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PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damon Coleman
Damon Coleman
Songwriter
Dwayne Franklin
Dwayne Franklin
Songwriter
Matthew Robinson
Matthew Robinson
Songwriter
Joshua Morgan
Joshua Morgan
Songwriter
Russell Stone
Russell Stone
Songwriter
Jermaine Cole
Jermaine Cole
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, caged bird
Somethin' like a caged bird
Caged bird
Yeah, look
[Verse 1]
You ain't a man till you stop chasin' your friends, my ****
Think for yourself, make your own plans, my ****
I'd be lyin' if I said I ain't understand, my ****
'Cause who you gonna follow when the leaders all get swallowed
By reefer clouds and bottles, in and out of county jail
This is Hell, see the young, black males in packed cells
With they heads down and they fists clenched tight
Thinkin', "I could bust a hole through this wall, and bitch, I just might"
It's just like the caged bird, I sing a song
Hopin' they open up these bars and send a **** home, I cry when I'm alone
I wonder why would God send me here, knowin' that they hate us?
Knowin' that they make us feel like we evil, so we kill our people
Without a second thought, in every lesson taught by OGs
We full of real **** wisdom, so we proceed
Like real **** who been stripped of our humanity
I see the judge's eyes, I know that he ain't understandin' me
[Chorus]
A caged bird (Yeah, caged bird)
(Let this little caged bird sing) Caged bird
Yeah, caged bird
Freedom's just an illusion, that's my conclusion
And if it an't, then how my **** keep on losin' theirs?
This goes out to childhood friends that's doin' years
Prison tats on they backs like souvenirs
We wish that you was here
A mother's tears filled up this page
A brother's tears spilled on this page
How many days left?
And can you find peace when you released?
Still filled up with rage, back on the streets
Just to peep that you still in a cage
[Verse 2]
Well, it's the oratory vet
Turned down king slash poet laureate
Used to paint a picture with a story of neglect
I could've been a shorty drinkin' 40s on the steps with a short on my lap
With a shorty on the way, comin' shortly to protect
I could've been a dealer in the party with the X
But I'm hardly in the mix and I partially confess
I definitely got a couple parts in me that I regret
Is the cup half empty or is it half full?
I fill mine up with Hennessy, then get back to 'em
I'm just a jazz musician trapped in a rap form
You think you standin' for somethin', you on a trap door
Well, it's the mister introspective
I'ma dream a dream, a sort of an "Inception"
I never fiend for the scene, but I've dreamed of the things
That a Mercedes brings, like slow sex with fast women
Drinkin' Cognac, I'm past grinnin', a sexy dress, fat ass in it
But still hit it till I'm half winded
'Cause **** tell me I'm the shit when I be hittin' all these dimes
See, I'm caged by the visions of the blind
I started as a king, turned to a slave
Put us in our chains, we was forced to entertain
Thinkin' 'bout the present day, I'm livin' off the stage
Wonder if a **** ever get up out this cage, as I sing
[Verse 3]
Caged bird (Yeah, caged bird)
(Let this little caged bird sing) Caged bird
Yeah, caged bird
Freedom's just an illusion, that's my conclusion
And if it an't, then how my **** keep on losin' theirs?
This goes out to childhood friends that's doin' years
Prison tats on they backs like souvenirs
We wish that you was here
A mother's tears filled up this page
A brother's tears spilled on this page
How many days left?
And can you find peace when you released?
Still filled up with rage, back on the streets
Just to peep that you still in a cage, damn
[Verse 4]
(I've got to hide this time of grindin')
(That we know be 257)
(Now I'm standin' in to get burned)
(I've got to hide this time of grindin')
(That we know be 257)
(Now I'm crashin' to the ground)
Written by: Damon Coleman, Dwayne Franklin, J. Cole, Joshua Morgan, Matthew Robinson, Russell Stone
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