The Crow

It’s like we’re all just going in circles…
Not getting anywhere really
And I mean, I was always dreamer…
But lately I’m trying embrace the simple things in life…
The crow circles around, and he circles again
He’s going nowhere, with no cares, no purpose or end
He cuts the wind smooth, breaks off and dives deep
Keep his eyes wide and cries as the night sleeps
He glides free, not a thought… touches his head
Ignorance is bliss, he knows nothing of death
Knows no comfort or rest, he’s God’s pride and joy
An animal that embraces life and rides the void
Enjoy the silent noise, no need to wake up from this dream
Disconnected and selfless, a presence left up in the trees
Life plays out beneath him, busy streets, places to go
He looks down… down… but he’s in a place of his own
All that remains is the crow, the mind of a new born
The silence is too strong; it’s time to just move on
He takes flight, soars and blends with the late night
Pendulum strikes, with the day light…
Sunrise, he flies as he open his dreams
Soars over roses and streams… oceans and seas
No mind, to what’s below and beneath
Alone on his own, he knows that he’s free…
Hook
He knows that he’s free, there’s peace some place just not here
It’s not near, it’s some place above, and maybe not real
But, until the crow lies, body broken on the ground
We’re all free, (all free) floating on the clouds…
Mos Def Scratch:
Maintain and keep silent…