: Have you ever lived in a cage Where you live to be whipped and be tamed For I've never loved in a cage Or talked to a friend or just waved Well I
funky soul, yo? Come on, hit it They don't want music, they don't know how to use it All they want, a boom boom boom boom Hey y'all, John Coltraine,
ya ear off, therefore, the drama is what I'm here for From the block to the stage I represent for those, locked in the cage 'til I'm dropped in the graves
don't match CNN form, gang is called, 'Art of War' Yo, you weak minded, dumb deaf the nigga blinded Left behind in, lost and found you can't find it John
and fours street patrollers cant run when the gasket blows your caskets close my eyes open you f**k around and get John Blaze now ya broken and now I'
and tigers are eating Don'tcare that we stand and see As we pass by their bars to the next attraction The horses the birds in their cages Such a shame
collection from his truck driving days Luther's bedroom is as hot as an oven With air that's as stale as old forgotten bread In a cage on the dresser
in the air Calling calling I know you must be there Easily let's get caught in a wave Easily we won't get caught in a cage Shao lin shakin' for the
evening late, As the maid was going to bed, She heard a sound, a beautiful sound, That made her heart feel glad. She thought it was her brother John
He met the world as a Dalkeith boy Raised from a shaft at Monktonhall In a well oiled cage that locked away his dreams An '85 veteran face from the gallery
dad that I've never known Mama raised me to hold my own But I went against the grain The tracks of a tear, show's the pain Trapped in cage with the
out leftover room Body stretching, feel the retching In the cage Get me out of the cage In the glare of a light I see a strange kind of sight Of cages
with a matching thong pretty face in the place what you sittin for once you wind up on your waist what you hittin for glitter on your face seven karats on you face caged
fighting middleweight, instead of middlebrow Picking on those little things Tearing off each other's wings And eating each other's babies We're stuck here in this cage
get done Every morning, every evening You in the wrong place Seen the stupid look on your face Get done, Dunn like Warrick, but never even saw it Yo Cage
a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. fight night type (ding ding) So when I hits in the stage we can Face Off Watch me rattle your Nicholas Cage
waiting While back in Montreal we were just speculating. In cell number seven Cell number seven Cell number seven Cell number seven ain't nothing like Heaven. The Birdman was sleeping in cage