Issue No 147 The Sky S On Fire Lyrics
The Sky's On Fire by Issue No. 147
Feat. Adrienne Mack Davis
(Verse)
I could be trapped at the bottom of a slave ship
And make it clap like Harlem in the 80' and set it back
Like starboard kids in Haiti, the earth is shaking
We all need bravery, I can see fact as a maybe
Fiction is shady, heart is achin', wanna blow like carbon, shake it
Seastarb and cakin', they say that the meek shall inherit the earth
We've all been waitin', feet are chasing, dreams are waisting
Keep awake and see the faces creep and glitch
And seekin', basic seekin', drownin' in a stream of complacence, see
Unless we reach into space and see we meant to be amazin'
Like the flame that keep it blazin', never cease to pray
When streets are ragin', peeps debatin', feets is racin'
Motherfucker, the green's for the takin'
(Hook)
Baby, don't look now
There's smoke in the crowd
Baby, hold it down
There's smoke in the crowd
(Verse)
Window rock when I went to Times Square
Many tears of redemption I cried there
Many black, yellow, browns, many whites there
Felt Buddha, Gandhi and Christ there
And dr. King looking on us with a bright stare
Harriet said we still gotta fight and they won't fight fair
Malcom looked up with a cold, with a glare that was Nat King Cole in the air
And we skipped on home like kumbaya, and recited our poems: Angelou Maya
And the rich stay rich and the fly stay fly
And the smokers got high and high up
And the poor still poor, and the war still war
And the people complain like a town cry out
Lookin' for American pie in the sky
Skies on fire
(Hook)
Baby, don't look now
There's smoke in the crowd
Baby, hold it down
There's smoke in the crowd
(Interlude x3)
Don't look down, smoke in the clouds
What goes up might neva come down
(Verse)
I could be trapped at the bottom of a slave ship
And make it clap like Harlem in the 80' and set it back
Like starboard kids in Haiti, the earth is shaking
We all need bravery, I can see fact as a maybe
Fiction is shady, heart is achin', wanna blow like carbon, shake it
Seastarb and cakin', they say that the meek shall inherit the earth
We've all been waitin', feet are chasing, dreams are waisting
Keep awake and see the faces creep and glitch
And seekin', basic seekin', drownin' in a stream of complacence, see
Unless we reach into space and see we meant to be amazin'
Like the flame that keep it blazin', never cease to pray
When streets are ragin', peeps debatin', feets is racin'
Motherfucker, the green's for the takin'
(Hook)
Baby, don't look now
There's smoke in the crowd
Baby, hold it down
There's smoke in the crowd
(Verse)
Window rock when I went to Times Square
Many tears of redemption I cried there
Many black, yellow, browns, many whites there
Felt Buddha, Gandhi and Christ there
And dr. King looking on us with a bright stare
Harriet said we still gotta fight and they won't fight fair
Malcom looked up with a cold, with a glare that was Nat King Cole in the air
And we skipped on home like kumbaya, and recited our poems: Angelou Maya
And the rich stay rich and the fly stay fly
And the smokers got high and high up
And the poor still poor, and the war still war
And the people complain like a town cry out
Lookin' for American pie in the sky
Skies on fire
(Hook)
Baby, don't look now
There's smoke in the crowd
Baby, hold it down
There's smoke in the crowd
(Interlude x3)
Don't look down, smoke in the clouds
What goes up might neva come down