Sheep by Detroit Leprechaun Lyrics
[Verse 1:]
A black sheep remarks, "not all sheep are black"
His old wool was a testament to that
Plus those who still sport a coat
Of bright fleece without a darker tone
The dictionary said black is a dread
Perhaps it was written so sheep would be misled
There's snowy lambs believing they're the shepherds
So many misconceptions, both a gift and a curse
When he found the sheers, a new coat burst
A lion disguised as lamb with a knowledge thirst
How does the world work if the lions are part of the herd?
With the ewe-ful so cruel, why try to fit in?
Malcolm X didn't and now he's glazed over in school
He fought sheers with sheers so garnered no tears
But the fear of him helped King acquire a trim
Both were gunned down so he sticks to the shadows
Until the population grows and ligers overthrown
[Verse 2:]
On the prowl while sitting still
Developing a growl while remaining trill
Skip the salon, he's balling in the barber shop
The color blind painting bright white, reflecting all light
But even the darkest of grays are purer than when the snow drops
And that's an honest statement
There's a Two-Face inside every Harvey Dent
Just another way that the sheep is black
He exposes his core to be immune from attacks
The mutation spreads, suited up with ebony
Praying that the pie in the sky tastes heavenly
They march to the darkest house of pulled strings
The crowned lamb marks the start to the ligers
No need for fear, they're the lions, bears, and tigers
Freedom comes at the cost of knowledge, the most dangerous of things
[Verse 3:]
The black sheep envisions finding a liger in his mind
What an idea, but perhaps that's their kind
What if they don't exist? He tells himself they must
And who's to say being made-up makes something less real?
The black sheep can't find a meal, the hunt is a bust
He hates thoughts, counting sheep to not feel, but it's lust
White and fluffy, he couldn't be taught and now his page's dusty
A yearning to replace learning with an education
He's ignoring his values and taking medication
Struck by lightning, but that led his ark asunder
Flooded with horrid uselessness, he no longer wonders
He's terror-stricken by the thunder
Wait, he can see the light, a white hart
He can live again without being in the scary dark
Now he sees why no one has found the ligers
An outcast on his own could never see the world brighter
A black sheep remarks, "not all sheep are black"
His old wool was a testament to that
Plus those who still sport a coat
Of bright fleece without a darker tone
The dictionary said black is a dread
Perhaps it was written so sheep would be misled
There's snowy lambs believing they're the shepherds
So many misconceptions, both a gift and a curse
When he found the sheers, a new coat burst
A lion disguised as lamb with a knowledge thirst
How does the world work if the lions are part of the herd?
With the ewe-ful so cruel, why try to fit in?
Malcolm X didn't and now he's glazed over in school
He fought sheers with sheers so garnered no tears
But the fear of him helped King acquire a trim
Both were gunned down so he sticks to the shadows
Until the population grows and ligers overthrown
[Verse 2:]
On the prowl while sitting still
Developing a growl while remaining trill
Skip the salon, he's balling in the barber shop
The color blind painting bright white, reflecting all light
But even the darkest of grays are purer than when the snow drops
And that's an honest statement
There's a Two-Face inside every Harvey Dent
Just another way that the sheep is black
He exposes his core to be immune from attacks
The mutation spreads, suited up with ebony
Praying that the pie in the sky tastes heavenly
They march to the darkest house of pulled strings
The crowned lamb marks the start to the ligers
No need for fear, they're the lions, bears, and tigers
Freedom comes at the cost of knowledge, the most dangerous of things
[Verse 3:]
The black sheep envisions finding a liger in his mind
What an idea, but perhaps that's their kind
What if they don't exist? He tells himself they must
And who's to say being made-up makes something less real?
The black sheep can't find a meal, the hunt is a bust
He hates thoughts, counting sheep to not feel, but it's lust
White and fluffy, he couldn't be taught and now his page's dusty
A yearning to replace learning with an education
He's ignoring his values and taking medication
Struck by lightning, but that led his ark asunder
Flooded with horrid uselessness, he no longer wonders
He's terror-stricken by the thunder
Wait, he can see the light, a white hart
He can live again without being in the scary dark
Now he sees why no one has found the ligers
An outcast on his own could never see the world brighter