Themba Ntaka - New to Flying lyrics

[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka] Meters land on the page like the strands of a chromatic melange Hunting stool pigeons from my lawn Encompa**ed by lethargy On cable lines they lounge; Any afternoon they'll still be cloaked in sleeping gowns While letting inversions occur I drop trite remarks on mental sidewalks like feces This winged playwright takes flight to low-hanging branches Intrinsic daft stances seen by the emcee in parallax As I let your mind race and body relax Thinking I could k** two birds with one metal bully Fully adapted to the hurling of the microphone by its cord like a game of rap helicopter Dinner date for two serving sides of prevalence but chose to ride out on a rough estimate Which reminds me of the absurd tug-of-war dancing floor with my next lucky love bird