Bird Called Pride

La leche... I'm staring out my bedroom window at this bird I used to know Reminding me of all those sinful tricks I used to use to glow If he'd just shut his beak I could get some sleep to go Mama said always treat 'em with respect Do unto others as you'd have them do you next But I've been awake for days Searching for a second that he'd least suspect And if that bird don't stop his staring I'mma break that birdy's neck And he sings... "lalalala..." I see you, Bird... Mama said always ink over the blade Mama said always ink over the blade Mama said always ink over the blade But I can never get enough blood on the page To keep quiet this white riot of pride In this liquid living in my veins Come here, Bird... Lalalala... He knows the faces when I want to feed him All the spaces in between The fact and fiction pictured in my denizen diction I fall back to the bottom just when I think I'm on top I would get off of this train if I believed it could stop Staring down this bird called Pride Is a one-way, full-time, no-wage job