Owl Cry

Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me

It’s that dude they call me the Owl
Poker face, never know if I’m funny or foul
Check my background, you can fingerprint me right now
Sticky fingers I’m an onyx I can slam it down
Well I’m grown now, on my own now
Yeah I was watching the throne but now I’m on now
I’m created from dust I need a clone now
I could do this in my sleep I spit alone now
I got some bomb haze similar to purple haze
Call it Jimmy Hendrix cloudy like a rainy day
Heat sell cell phone ringing like I’m Dave Chapelle
I’m overwhelmed and dreamin’ of this since I was 12
I need that boombap please Sam take it back
I wanna rap cuz I’m biggidy bad on the track
Never bad meaning bad but b-bad meaning good
This the beginning of something really good


Here my cry
Can you hear my cry
Can you hear my cry
I’m damn near bleeding out my eye
Here my cry
Can you hear my cry
Can you hear my cry
Lord I’m damn near bleeding out my eye
Here my cry
Can you hear my cry
Can you hear my cry
Yeah yeah you know I’m bleeding out my eye
Hear my cry can you hear my cry
Can you hear my cry
Lord I’m damn near bleedin out my eye


If I see it and need it it’s all mine
By any means necessary down to the small crimes
If I get it and I like it, it’s all bad
Money in my pocket for some kush and a small bag
Stay on my grind keep my mind on the right thing
Before I give it up you can crown me the mic king
What else, and a n*gga with an attitude
The angry black man but I still got some gratitude
You ain’t gotta lie to me yall dudes is like a fly to me
Just pissin’ me off like the lottery
Your guess as good as mine, you can call me valentine
But don’t get it twisted I’ll still spit a battle rhyme
Like, like I’ll fuckin I’ll fuckin bang yo nuts with a spiked bat mufucka
Conflict and confrontation it’s a everyday cycle
And the beef is the confirmation

Here my cry
Can you hear my cry
Can you hear my cry
I’m damn near bleeding out my eye
Here my cry
Can you hear my cry
Can you hear my cry
Lord I’m damn near bleeding out my eye
Here my cry

Yeah I ain’t done with you scum bags
I should just stick you in the eye with a thumb tack
To me this track is dumb phat
Don’t call it a comeback
You stick around too long ain’t nobody gon’ want that
(True) you can hear my cry through the lyrics when I write it
Thinking it’s a dream God tellin’ me not to fight it
If it was meant to be it’ll be under a tree
Like a present on christmas for everybody to see
It’s a tragedy when your dreams don’t come true
Now the season over, you don’t know what else to do
By the time catchin’ up in the rearview mirror
Now failure looking close and a bit more clearer
It’s all up in yo face and it’ll bite you like a python
Your so frustrated you don’t wanna turn yo mic on
The game’ll squeeze yo life out and put yo lights out
No soundcheck open doors a encores
It’s over