strong, almost a year Wait 'til the coast is clear, I don't bolt for fear of getting caught Maybe we ought to start, maybe not For now, my baby gets
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
words behind for prison in hell No more being strapped, police giving me mail While ya'll having fun and I'm sittin' in jail Nah, I've dried my tears for
storm and strife, But is it quite fair To ask us to share Your dreary private life? We know you're trapped in a gilded cage, But for heaven's sake, Relax
(real niggas) Lou, Frank, John, Hope, Fall Guy (real niggas) J-Roc, Bumpy, and Little Black (real niggas) the list is gettin' too long for this track
disciple Heinakin let the record spin Paparazzi all over again, times ten Like thee original sin I'm tryin' to fuck it up for everybody The hot ? get collect calls from John
sharper than a GINSUI BLADE [Chorus X2] [Verse Two: Ludacris] Age 14, my talent show, a beast out of cage Would have won, but got disqualified for JUMPING
strange ways but we do it with compassion and don't believe in age travel round the world gettin naked on the stage bustin' people out of their everyday cage
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
stop frontin' I pushed the war button, you cold panicked Use tools to fix ya fucking face like a mechanic Dramatic, dynamic, and underhanded You say the shit that I say for
waitin different places you facing the yellow taping and federal x with graces we ruinin your reputation momma in the hospital pacing for every shot you
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
Everything must go The story of a woman on the morning of a war Remind me if you will exactly what we're fighting for Calling calling for something
; Your cage shall be the finest gold, And the door of ivory." "I won't come down, I shan't come down, To sit on your right knee; For you have murdered
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
