| Yeah, caged bird
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| Something like a caged bird
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| Caged bird
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| Yeah, look
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| You ain’t a man till you stop chasing your friends, my nigga
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| Think for yourself, make your own plans, my nigga
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| I’ll be lying if I said I ain’t understand, my nigga
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| Cause who you gon' follow when the leaders all get swallowed
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| By reefer clouds and bottles
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| In and out of county jail
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| This is hell, see the young black males in packed cells
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| With they heads down
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| And they fists clenched tight
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| Thinking «I could bust a hole through this wall
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| And bitch I just might»
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| It’s just like the caged bird I sing a song
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| Hoping they open up these bars and send a nigga home
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| I cry when I’m alone
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| I’m wondering why would God send me here
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| Knowing that they hate us
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| Knowing that they make us feel like we evil so we kill our people
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| Without a second thought, in every lesson taught by OGs
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| We full of real nigga wisdom, so we proceed
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| Like real niggas who been stripped of our humanity
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| I see the judge’s eyes, I know that he ain’t understanding me
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| A caged bird (Yeah, a caged bird)
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| (Let this little caged bird sing) Caged bird
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| Yeah, caged bird
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| Freedom’s just an illusion, that’s my conclusion
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| And if it ain’t, then how my niggas keep on losin' theirs?
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| This goes out to childhood friends that’s doin' years
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| Prison tats on they backs like souvenirs
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| We wish that you was here
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| A mother’s tear spilled on this page
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| A brother’s tear spilled on this page
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| How many days left?
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| And can you find peace when you released
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| Still filled up wit' rage
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| Back on the streets just to peep that you still in the cage
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| Well, it’s the oratory vet
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| Turned down king slash poet laureate
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| Used to paint a picture with a story of neglect
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| I could’ve been a shorty drinking 40s on the steps
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| With a shorty on my lap
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| With a shorty on the way coming shortly to protect
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| I could’ve been a dealer in the party with the X
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| But I’m hardly in the mix and I partially confess
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| I definitely got a couple parts in me that I regret
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| Is the cup half-empty or is it half-full?
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| I fill mine up with Hennessy, then get back to him
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| I’m just a jazz musician trapped in a rap form
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| You think you standing for something you on a trap door
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| Well it’s the, Mr. Introspective
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| I’m a dreamers dream, a sort of an inception
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| I never fiend for the scene but I dreamed of the things
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| That a Mercedes brings, like slow sex with fast women
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| Drinking cognac I’m past grinning
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| A sexy dress, fat ass in it
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| But still hit it till I’m half-winded
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| Cause niggas tell me I’m the shit
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| Well I be hitting all these dimes
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| See I’m caged by the visions of the blind
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| I started as a king
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| Turned to a slave
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| Put us in our chains
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| We was forced to entertain
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| Thinking bout the present day I’m living off the stage
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| Wonder if a nigga ever get up out this cage
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| As I sing
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| A caged bird (Yeah, a caged bird)
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| (Let this little caged bird sing) Caged bird
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| Yeah, caged bird
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| Freedom’s just an illusion, that’s my conclusion
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| And if it ain’t, then how my niggas keep on losin' theirs?
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| This goes out to childhood friends that’s doin' years
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| Prison tats on they backs like souvenirs
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| We wish that you was here
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| A mother’s tear spilled on this page
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| A brother’s tear spilled on this page
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| How many days left?
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| And can you find peace when you released
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| Still filled up wit' rage
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| Back on the streets just to peep that you still in the cage |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Caged Bird , by - J. Cole. Song from the album Revenge Of The Dreamers II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп