The Jealous Guys – Caged [Prod. by 82 Fresh] Lyrics
I'm livin' in an age, that calls darkness light
Though my language is dead, still the shapes fill my head
I'm livin' in an age, whose name I don't know
Though the fear keeps me movin' still my heart beats so slow
My body is a cage...
How is it, that the world don't get it?
Was at heaven gates with my halo fitted
Why I wake up to a nightmare with my soul knitted
Thought I was the one, who the fuck was I kidding?
Who the fuck was I kidding? who the fuck was I kidding?
Tell me, who the fuck was I kidding? who the fuck was I kidding?
[Verse 1: Ayinde]
They put me in with the lions
Got me strategizing like I'm David the Goliath
On the Sabbath day we shall riot, We the
Stepping stone, we are the kingdom of the Giants
None just bleeds from the skin, tapping bill to win
Cause any time he lose its that varsity blues
Hold up, take that perfect picture, under trees
And listen with the stories and these scripture
Last year, it was so much drama
Even had to map out his problems
Grab that revolver, put it to his head, and think to himself
"does he even really deserve a tomorrow?"
But he got his brothers and his sisters
And his father by his side, a baby girl, 8 down to rock
So they disrespect it, forget the tricks
Now watch my soul and my art and get rich
[Verse 2: BizYCasa]
Sometimes I just wanna be fly
But I think I can see it, without five eyes
As I peer into the mirror that I call the sky
I punch it and then clouds fall into my eyes
Blind down to earth my sight are on the sky
The sky Jordan, you only air when you high
Needless to say there is a pain that deep
You would wear kicks to bed, puttin' your soul to sleep
That sounded like Insomniac pride, if I
Was a gimmick mimic Lieutenant I'd commit suicide
She cried me a Red sea to drown in the tide
But I only wave to seas because they say "I"
Detergent on dirty money, is a surf to Tide
Pin tip melt ice caps, flow on the rise
Like the eastern sun, so big is in the sky
Just strike to elevate to it in this L.I
So as the war goes on, this diamonds in the rough
Just hold on for the right, and watch that leather get tough
Now watch the world eat, I tell that devil
In the dress, yes that her pussy was her feet
In the streets, there thy sin for thou self
The dim light a metaphor for no hope
We gotta pray for little angels born in dope
We can't forget those that break hearts with a karma scope
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