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