Aceyalone - Caged Bird lyrics

Some birds don't deserve to be caged
They gotta fly away and search for the waves
Being locked up is worse than the grave
I live by the words on the page - I know!
Some birds don't deserve to be caged
They gotta fly away and search for the waves
Bein held down is worse than the grave
I live by the words on the page - I say!

I jumped on the planet and
I landed on both feet
Tippy-toed across the continent
On the dope beat
Settled in the mainland ghetto
By the sand trap
Rocked to a handclap until I got my band back
Thoughts came thick in a ball of confusion
A wall of belusion it's all so amusin
I laughed at the pain sometimes
With a straight face just another hate case
You control your fate Ace!


Long walks down the lonely
Road turned path paved
Bask in the cascade, grey clouds circle me
Tuned to the channel so their
Energy will work on me
All in the cut like surgery and
Burnt to the third degree
Internally, avoid an away story
40 and slip of tongue
Tryin to bring the poison noise
Step in the spot like I'm not that popular
Eyes like binoculars, I'm so Hip-Hopular
Been on the air since Greg had a Mac attack
Now they all CrackerJack, that's a fact
Smell me how can you tell me what
I haven't already heard
Forty-three, 43rd, listen and observe
First flew the coop when they tried
To cage a rocking bird
Lookin for the truth in the
Booth when I serve
Never clip the wings if they seem
A little out of touch
Let 'em fly free please
Don't try to box 'em up


I open a lot cause I
Smash it with brute force
Flew over the roof
Headed North on a crash course
Eagle eyes spot 'em all, groundhog peekin out
Stickin out against the whack world
While they freakin out
Wasn't 'sposed to go but I
Just didn't wanna wait been had a ticket but
The Chattanooga's runnin late
Hate never had a lover good as I been to her
Couldn't put an end to her
Cause she got followers
Whole flock of spitters and swallowers, wow
Intregrity didn't have a home 'til
I gave him one
? and diamonds, God said say no more
Find a piece of mind like
A needle in the haystack
Grind on the real on the playback
Ready for the at tack
Seatack, cry me a riverboat
If I don't fly back
Still gotta give 'em hope
Stand and delivery, first class rain or shine
Pain of mine in a pantomime glass chilled
Where was your genie when you
Needed her for real buildin my art from the
Parts that they overlooked
Fuse lit from the last match in the book
Stand in adrenaline
Pumped through the resevoir
Plucked out the air cause he didn't sit duck
Pretty as the peacock who can't
Even leave the ground
Let the heart glide on, don't buy the muck