Pop is short for popular, cult is short for culture.

When your on the top gotta watch for vultures.

So you gotta be a hawk, fly before you walk.

Never mind pigeons, because you don’t understand the talk.

Birds of a feather flock together.

Haters hang with haters and ask, do you think you’re better?

When they ask that, take a little breather.

And say, I couldn’t hear you, why don’t you fly up here and repeat it.

And they’ll say, they would but they’re afraid of heights.

And now you understand why hawks are the only birds in sight.

Birds of a feather flock together, so avoid crows in the cornfield.

They get shot at and tricked by dummies before the farmer kills.

The other birds won’t accept you because you fly higher.

But forget about them because I know you’re flyer.

And who am I to know what you are?

Babe I’m just another hawk watching you from afar.

And it takes one to know one so lets stick together.

Besides I’m the only one with the map to find a treasure.

Justis James™ Did It
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