Blackbird

Urban Symphony: Quadry's Blackbird Unraveled
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Lyrics

How many shots did you hear

Questioning the number of gunshots heard

Were they white or black

Asking about the race of the individuals involved

Black, okay

Confirming that the individuals involved were black


Baby button up your bubble coat it's cold outside, it be live

Advising someone to dress warmly due to cold weather

Shit be cracking like anything can happen

Describing a chaotic and unpredictable environment

Gas station trauma patient niggas steady clapping

Referring to people at a gas station engaging in violence

But got sense not to hit the pump, hit and run

People avoiding legal consequences after committing a crime

Baby duck bullets grazing raising in the sun

Describing a dangerous situation with bullets flying

Tryna come up for your baby now the system raise your son

Exploring the challenges of trying to provide for a child within a flawed system

It's a vicious circulation

Commenting on a harsh and unremitting cycle of life

But we still on the block cause we got no place to run

Being stuck in a difficult situation with no apparent escape


Gold slugs on me, 20 inch rims I'm rolling, here we go

Boasting about material possessions like gold slugs and rims

My iron on me, niggas out here be phony, let me know

Expressing the need to be cautious due to fake people

I'm so lonely, roll another blunt I'm hungry, where'd' you go?

Feeling isolated and seeking comfort through substance use

Walking in the dark get hard for me, I walk the line

Struggling in difficult circumstances, walking a metaphorical line


Envy green outside peanut butter guts

Describing an envious and hostile environment

Eyes shut mouth wide I don't give a fuck

Indifferent attitude towards the world

Stumble outside holding on my nuts

Assertive and confident behavior

Trust I'm about mine urine in a cup

Claiming ownership and control over one's life

Tracker on my ankle can't leave after lunch

Being monitored or restricted, possibly due to legal issues

Momma's only angel don't read the report

Expressing concern for a loved one

Mommy that ain't me that they said bust his head show remorse no regret it's the quick and The Dead leaves seasons change turning in my head

Denying involvement in a crime and reflecting on changing seasons

These dreams still the same torture in my head

Having persistent and distressing dreams

Looking in the mirror it be me then it's him then it switch back

Experiencing an identity crisis reflected in a mirror

I know his brother want his get back

Acknowledging a desire for revenge on behalf of a deceased relative

Why are you asking? I just heard shooting

Responding to inquiries about a shooting

I don't know what happened, I got my baby inside

Expressing concern for the safety of a child during a violent incident


Gold slugs on me, 20 inch rims I'm rolling, here we go

Repeating the earlier boast about material possessions

My iron on me, niggas out here be phony, let me know

Reiterating the presence of fake individuals

I'm so lonely, roll another blunt I'm hungry, where'd' you go?

Revisiting feelings of loneliness and the desire for comfort

Walking in the dark get hard for me, I walk the line

Continuing to navigate difficult circumstances and challenges


Ay ay ay I heard you looking for that boy yeah

Confirming the search for a specific individual

In that green Camaro

Providing additional details about the individual's location

Shit'chea, aight

Affirming the speaker's presence or agreement

The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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