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Cage Hell S Winter

[Cage] Homeless cardboard cribs, cops shoot civilians Vendors rap stars wall street billions Donald Trump shotgun pumps illegal store fronts Dollar fifty

from their waist He dips into an alley, paramedics climb the stair case Bullets find a place in his back, he pounds the church door Tires squeel, he falls ina priest's

secretary She's a scenester She's a scenester She's a scenester She's a scenester She's a scenester She's a scenester She's a scenester She's a scenester

in her [Cage] She's scared to leave him, convinced somehow she really needs him Back in New York her prison of pain and Billy's freedom Holdin' her baby

if real even feels good I think back to being a kid and getting my ass kicked And when I sold my soul to the devil to make me rap sick Page from cage's

who rest assured enjoy My envy will unleash As my weary eyes shuts with fatigue The lights are out and here's my show I release myself From the cage

hear twilight's swan song play, I can feel sorrow's arms holding me in my grave. I can hear twilight's swan song play, I can feel sorrow's arms holding

it's something I want then it's something I need I wasn't built for comfort I was built for speed If it's something I want then it's something I need

I got mad when my brother copped a bitch a porsche Tryna be in my family like Ally North What's the deal huh? It's not appealin' to me Buildin' is me