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Saigon's "Canary Flies Away" is less a song and more a raw, unfiltered prayer shouted into the void. It's a desperate plea for divine intervention, a spiritual reckoning amidst the brutal realities of street life and the corrupting influences of fame and violence. The opening lines, confessing an inability to pray, immediately establish a sense of disconnect, of being lost within a system that offers no solace. The repeated hook underscores the urgency, a chilling acknowledgment that "things look bad down here on Earth." This isn't just personal hardship; it's a collective suffering, a lament for a generation teetering on the edge. Saigon's genius lies in his ability to articulate this despair with unflinching honesty, making the listener confront the uncomfortable truths of a world riddled with pain. Verse 1 reads like a personal letter to God, name-dropping Marsha Ambrosius as if seeking validation for past collaborations, a shared history of seeking higher meaning. He grapples with his own contradictions – promising to lay down arms while simultaneously clutching his "heater." This internal conflict mirrors the broader struggle within the community, a cycle of violence perpetuated by the very forces that claim to offer solutions. The references to "smokin' on Bibby" and "Tooka" are particularly potent, exposing the dehumanization and senselessness of gang warfare. Saigon directly indicts the rappers who glorify violence, labeling them "terrible tutors" who prioritize profit over the well-being of their listeners. It's a scathing critique of an industry that exploits trauma for entertainment, sacrificing the youth on the altar of record sales. In Verse 2, Saigon pivots, issuing a call to action to hip-hop's elder statesmen: Nas, Jay-Z, Kanye, and even reaching across genres to include Future and potentially Beyoncé. He envisions a PSA, a united front of influential voices urging young people to abandon the gun. The mention of Larry Hoover, the infamous Gangster Disciples leader, adds another layer of complexity. Even Hoover, from his prison cell, recognizes the futility and self-destructive nature of gang life. Saigon's final plea, "Talk to us… Walk with us," is a heart-wrenching expression of vulnerability. It's a recognition that the community is facing forces that threaten to consume it, and that only through unity, guidance, and perhaps divine intervention, can they hope to survive. "Canary Flies Away" is a powerful testament to the enduring power of hope in the face of overwhelming adversity.

Saigon - Rap

Write Back (Hear Me Now)

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[Intro + Hook] (God) I never did learn how to pray (God, if you real) (Mr. Clark, they beatin' up Kid Ray) But things look bad (they beatin' up Kid Ray) Down here on Earth (God, look what we goin' through) For us all (I've been writin' letters for a minute, hope you gettin' 'em, damn) Lord (Lord) If you can hear (please, listen to me) Then hear me now (please hear me now) I never did learn how to pray But things look bad (look bad down here) Down here on Earth (it look bad, it's sad Lord) For us all (this can't be happening) [Verse 1: Saigon] Dear Lord, it's me again I ain't wrote ya sincе me and Marsha Ambrosius Was askin' if you remembеr what ya told us I'm one of your strongest soldiers But lately I'm feelin' weak a lot Promise to put down the gun Then why the fuck is my heater cocked? We need some Love Below 'cause what's comin' out of the Speakerboxxx Got our kids wildin', and that's the reason I need the Glock They said they smokin' on Bibby, they smokin' on Tooka The other day I seen Tooka mother cryin' on the computer And in the comments somebody said that they said should shoot her These rappers teachin' the kids, and they some terrible tutors You taught us 'bout Jesus, the devil keeps sellin' us Judas Then the record labels turn around and tell them to do this Dear Lord, hope I ain't catch you at a bad time (bad time) 'Cause see we livin' in some sad times (sad times) I took the time to deliver this last line And ask you exactly the same thing that I did last time [Hook] Lord If you can hear (please listen to me) Then hear me now I never did learn how to pray (they killin' each other over nothin') But things look bad (Nipsey Hussle, Young Dolph) Down here on Earth (they should be here) For us all (the list goes on, pray for us all) [Verse 2: Saigon] Dear Nas, dear Jay, dear Kanye Let's get Future on the phone, call Andrew Grab Benny, grab West, grab Conway And if we pray, mess around, get Beyonce To do this PSA tellin' these youngins to put the guns away It's either prison or just not livin' to see another day Some would say gangbangin' is cool, well then prove it to me 'Cause even Larry Hoover said his maneuvers was super risky And not worth the reward, 'cause now we bored Walkin' in the yard, lookin' at the wall, wishin it'd fall C'mon my people, we better than this God's children shouldn't feel bliss from devilishness And if we do, that's a hell of a twist We was put here to be righteous Why nobody not tellin' us this? Dear Lord, here's a letter Signed, all of us Talk to us There's some forces down here that's tryin' to slaughter us Walk with us

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Write Back (Hear Me Now)

Write Back (Hear Me Now)

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