- Nov 17, 2005
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mentality *The caged bird*
Broken wings, afraid to fly
patched up with twigs and bandages, hoping to soar the sky
I kno he felt the time as they stole his youth
or maybe he left it locked up behind the steal doors and glass cages
stone cold bars that kept him incarcerated
i kno he feels they stole his youth, it might be lagging behind him so every once in a while
........he whips around
just to see if it's caught up with him yet
...............but he knows it hasn't
he walks around strutting freedom pouring from his finger tips
Streaming from the tips of his toes, but he does not feel it.
For i think he also left that incarcerated
among other things
counting the days until his release in marks on a stone wall
One hundred one,
... one hundred two
..................and so on....
pieces of his sanity flung against tha bars as some last hope for freedom
he made a rope out of his humanity, threw in the last bits of social responsibility
and made a noose of his integrity, and
He prolly woulda hung himself if he wasn't promised freedom...eventually
Open cage, free reign amongst the trees, but from the ground floor
beneath the canopy, he can't see the smile of the sun, or feel her warm on his beak
broken wings that has kidnapped his flight,
somewhere he left his youth alive inside a steal bird cage
All he had with him on the inside
his guts and glory, a small bag of respect, he kept tucked in his pocket
a lick of decency and pride that cut like a knife ,
i think maybe his sorrow caught on fire,
......maybe
his sorrow burned everything except his will to survive
left him hovering over a plate of scrapes
sealed up suffering, some borrowed escapes and
gasp for breath, trynna reach fresh air
gripping his last sugary sweet memories in his palm
cuz a n*gga will eat yo food
lookin over the next n*gga back to see just what he's got
n*gga i will eat yo food
but the same things on his plate,
some Justice flakes sprinkled over a hot cake
No wonder it always made him sick
Sick of scraping marks in the wall
but theirs space not enough or theres not enough wall
Now he wanders around with freedom tagging along by his side
ignorance sitting on edge of his shoulder
conversing with the demons that crawl on his nightly walls
staring in the bottom of his next drink of reality
taken advantage of by the Glitz and the gleam his mistress life offered
tricked cuz all that glitters ain't gold
and by lady liberty, mistreated
and abandoned, his first sip of freedom
tasted salty, bitter sweet on the lips of a man that
Justice never kissed.
but he can still never lose jails irony steel taste
engraved in the back of his throat at all times
I guess you can be free in the physical but never free in the mind.......
Caged up like an animal, doin hard time
broken wings, little bird afraid to fly
where he should soar like an eagle, was never taught how to fly
born into his cage,
i don't kno why he doesn't sing
maybe the thought of freedom is to much for him
