Children Lyrics

Why Don’t You Fly On By/
If Your Flock Dives You’ll Die

Chorous:
You can get up under the wind and glide away/
The Sky is big enough for everybody.
You don’t have to live life the normal way/
Just Glide Your Own Way

Verse 1:
One day you’ll look back at your life and wonder, like
“what the f*ck was I thinking”/
Puffing and drinking at seven – public delinquent/
Setting yourself up for nothing, just loving life,
cussing & beefing/
Without knowing what to believe in/
Or even care for that matter, cause you’re too young to
be hunting for reason/
When school days are your function of meeting/
And looking back on the days when the term ‘back in the
days’ wasn’t existent/
You wonder if who you were is who you are this instant/
Cause when you’re 10 you’re not far from an infant/
Or when prom could be listed down as your longest
commitment/
Shit, time has a wicked sense of humor that’s harshly
sadistic/
It puts what you did wrong, in the distance by foggin
your senses/
I harbor resentment for bandwagons, and tailgators,
Braggart cats who ain’t graduate with a penchant for
brand-fashion
Little miss know it all bitches, and Bully-Ass bastards
with bad manners/
So, if you can’t stand it, let’s demand action/

Chorous:
You can get up under the wind and glide away/
The Sky is big enough for everybody.
You don’t have to live life the normal way/
Just Glide Your Own Way

Verse 2:
You see – hindsight is 20/20 as motherf*cker/
Some people never learn from others, cause they love to
suffer/
I’m being real with y’all, I seldom bunch my tongue up/
Yet, to this day, I never had the balls to say ‘f*ck’
in front my mother/
I’ve come to realize the world changes with every
summer/
Sundown to sun up, the seasons run out asunder/
I’ve seen the power of drugs, of greed and the violence
of guns/
And the people somehow get numb, as evil devours the
young,
With a feeble amount of love instilled in em,
Meanwhile even teachers don’t wanna build with ‘em/
But I realized that I can still hit em, and see inside
where the chill bit em/
With heat provided by a lil rhythm/
I seek to guide whoever’s grippin for wisdom, I’ll do
what I can/
Cause I wished I received a bit a this, but I was
doomed to withstand/
The unscrupulous manner In which I learned, with
ruthless abandon/
Now, due to demand… children behold the truth is at
hand/
See, them cats you hanging with now, is who you are/
And they’ll become their parents, so look at them and
decide if that’s who you wanna be/
Honestly, think about their qualities,/
You’re probably exhibiting parts of these people’s behaviors chronically/
Call me a saint to warn ya – see that bitch that thinks
she’s the shit
At 15 with the heaving tits, the type kids would just
fiend to get/
Will end up pregnant before she hits community college,
broke and soon to be jobless
Abused by the dude she gets high with/
See, little girls believe every love is true and it’s
timeless/
Till they get f*cked by ‘Mr. Cool’ and guess who ends
up crying/
But guys ain’t no stranger to the forces of nature/
We’re only out for p*ssy, that’s why we split with no
good reason to break up/
Now, Mr. Popularity… is just that.
In 10 years, he’ll be Mr. Popularity with a bad job and
a mustasche/
So, f*ck that socialite bullshit that they force upon
you/
Believe me, this is the exact course I’ve gone through.

Chorous:
You can get up under the wind and glide away/
The Sky is big enough for everybody.
You don’t have to live life the normal way/
Just Glide Your Own Way

Break:
Fly your own way – Do your own thing/
f*ck what they say – Follow your own swing/
Use your mind now – Don’t get swept up/
Use your time well – Don’t get kept up/
Live your own life – Get your taste right/
Find your own vibe – f*ck what they like
Don’t get caught up – Live in your own skin

Verse 3:
See, most motherf*ckers are sheep, it was true then and
it still is/
Take away the uniforms, y’all will dress the same way
to fit in/
Nowadays I see ya… doing whatever you see on TV/
Media Brainwashed, buying a new trend every 3 weeks/
And you’re knee deep in cheap weed, liquor… there’s
even STD’s in pre-teens
It’s different now… So, f*ck whatever we think/
Right? Well, ya might be. Things have only changed ever
so slightly/
Like… Same Jordans minus the swoosh from Nike/
I see it’s worse than ever. There’s no respect and no
thirst to endeavour/
Just kids that want to be first in the center/
With no work ethic – to earn their own personal
shelter,
Bursting with pent up aggression, these are the things
you observe as an elder/
Cause when you grow it hurts to stay inside your shell/
I’ll prolly rewrite this song in 20 years, and dedicate
it to myself/
I guess the jist of it is, that when you’re big, you’ll
just miss how you lived/
And when you’re a kid, you’ll just wish you were big/
So For now.

Chorus:
You can get up under the wind and glide away/
The Sky is big enough for everybody.
You don’t have to live life the normal way/
Just Glide Your Own Way

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