Sittin topside of clinched fists...

Magically pullin two birds from the skies imagination.
 Holdin em high in a sense of retaliation.
 School is in the moment of life as a witness.
 Settin off two fingers aimed sittin topside of clinched fists.
 I will not bow nor will i break.
 As i stand alone grippin my escape.
 Fuck.a.ta.you is the pronunciation of the mindset I keep.
 Releasin a set of fingers unwinding birds that will always come back to me.
 In my own direction fallin away beneath the sun.
 Guess u could say I'm a magician without a rabbit on the run.