This is a song about "Turkey wings"

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

Flying around, wings flapping/

And i don't need wings to know freedom/

Can’t you see just how long my run

And that's why i won't trip, 'cause i'm relying on my wings

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Tethered strings are severed quick that've held all my feather wings

And un-tether 'n' treasure your feather wings

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

I'll rebel against your jealous hating, blessed with the essence to excel with patience

With dorhinge (door-hinge), which swings 'n' flings, correlating to the physics of wings,

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

I’m so fly even though i don’t even got me a pair of wings.

It fluttered multicolored wings that suffered

Back like i never ever left in the first