[Chorus: Aceyalone]
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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 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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[Aceyalone]
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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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[Chorus]
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[Aceyalone]
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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
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[Chorus]
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Caged Bird
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Aceyalone |