| Some birds don’t deserve to be caged
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| They gotta fly away and search for the waves
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| Bein locked up is worse than the grave
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| I live by the words on the page — I know!
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| Some birds don’t deserve to be caged
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| They gotta fly away and search for the waves
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| Bein held down is worse than the grave
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| I live by the words on the page — I say!
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| I jumped on the planet and I landed on both feet
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| Tippy-toed across the continent, on the dope beat
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| Settled in the mainland ghetto by the sand trap
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| Rocked to a handclap until I got my band back
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| Thoughts came thick in a ball of confusion
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| A wall of belusion it’s all so amusin
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| I laughed at the pain sometimes with a straight face
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| Just another hate case, you control your fate Ace!
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| Long walks down the lonely road turned path paved
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| Bask in the cascade, grey clouds circle me
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| Tuned to the channel so their energy will work on me
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| All in the cut like surgery and burnt to the third degree
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| Internally, avoid an away story
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| 40 and slip of tongue, tryin to bring the poison noise
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| Step in the spot like I’m not that popular
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| Eyes like binoculars, I’m so Hip-Hopular
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| Been on the air since Greg had a Mac attack
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| Now they all CrackerJack, that’s a fact, smell me
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| How can you tell me what I haven’t already heard
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| Forty-three, 43rd, listen and observe
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| First flew the coop when they tried to cage a rocking bird
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| Lookin for the truth in the booth when I serve
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| Never clip the wings if they seem a little out of touch
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| Let 'em fly free please, don’t try to box 'em up
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| I open a lot cause I smash it with brute force
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| Flew over the roof, headed North on a crash course
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| Eagle eyes spot 'em all, groundhog peekin out
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| Stickin out against the whack world while they freakin out
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| Wasn’t 'sposed to go but I just didn’t wanna wait
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| Been had a ticket but the Chattanooga’s runnin late
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| Hate never had a lover good as I been to her
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| Couldn’t put an end to her, cause she got followers
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| Whole flock of spitters and swallowers, wow
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| Intregrity didn’t have a home 'til I gave him one
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| and diamonds, God said say no more
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| Find a piece of mind like a needle in the haystack
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| Grind on the real on the playback, ready for the at-tack
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| Seatack, cry me a riverboat
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| If I don’t fly back, still gotta give 'em hope
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| Stand and delivery, first class rain or shine
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| Pain of mine in a pantomime glass chilled
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| Where was your genie when you needed her for real
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| Buildin my art from the parts that they overlooked
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| Fuse lit from the last match in the book
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| Stand in adrenaline, pumped through the resevoir
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| Plucked out the air cause he didn’t sit duck
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| Pretty as the peacock who can’t even leave the ground
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| Let the heart glide on, don’t buy the muck |