Sparrow Lyrics

*-Daddy we had a typhoon
-I know but it's over now*

Yea new crew stammering the new school grammar
What you doing bucking hammers in the year of the boomerang to
Harangue a terrorist interview the president
The sedentary chisel is the government called senators
Some chase the carrot some chase the chimera
News crew cameras capture the glamorous
Ambush the hustlers brainwash customers
A lot will quote a rapper for the lust a very amateur
Turn my channel and revoke the remote
The program promoting all the dead men floating in the current
See it the currency
It remains to be seen if American dreaming
Is the aim of angels
A scheme of demons
Or the young and naïve knee deep in the steamin
Streams of our blood coming down main street
The cavemen crawling it's the mainstream calling
They are higher/holla balling/bawlin
To the nail in your coffin
Could it be the cream in your coffee
Do you live out loud do you kill them softly
Do you dig your trenches await the offensive
And pick your poison and dull your senses
Do you tame your spirit and accept their fences
Flowers on the grave when you drop
They love you when you're in your box
Sparrow's sorrow is to pay for tomorrow
To pay for the past
Sparrow's sorrow is to pay for tomorrow
She has to sell her past And the moment will not last

Invisible man in the new
World and disorder bleeding the bilingual blues
Dip my shoes into the inkwell to
Walk out the words I talk onto the chalkboard jungle
Stumble in the door of a farewell
So I hid my soul under the stairwell
When the elders aren't there and the parents don't care
While I struck out to sea/see what I could be out there
Kid my present is tense
Past is all ashes
Tomorrow's immense
Tall tales get clipped at the legs then flipped
[?] get the scientific fix and [?]
For magic is edited
Realities be hidden and
The spirit of the seed is left dreaming of the tree
Rooted in the dawn where the sun is born
On the edge of the planet and I'm holding/in the morning calm
They don't know my song on tobacco road
Where the price is the tongue and the toll's the soul
They call me and mine by the name of our task
Never know how we ache underneath our mask
Accused they call us intruders
But this hyphen I'm tagged with's a dagger
Heavy yards and the
Swagger of a braggart
[?] dragging across miss liberty's jaw
Let the blood wash away the loss

Sparrow's sorrow is to pay for tomorrow
To pay for the past
Sparrow's sorrow is to pay for tomorrow
She has to sell her past
And the moment will not last

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