sky. My humble soul, tired in it's cage, Was now willing lo leave! From now I travelled without the burden of flesh For I was free in my thoughts and
' me, stealin' my ideas Then lied to the world like ya'll pioneers But when a young lion's feared Whatcha'll do? Ya'll take and put it in a cage Then
ever lay, may they cover me with weed, ash, hip and sage Merry thug raid, may they bust in gauge Merry judge pray, when they lower my cage And my flesh
[Killah Priest:] My soul will devour all; bring 'em to my thresh to floor Weapons of war, smashin' head in the wars They're dead in the morgues, behead
a new supply Charged me with double murder his soul left his flesh committed suicide Neutralise crews, I can you survive My paper and pen survive like planets and
i don't know where i've been human junk just words and so much skin stick my hands thru the cage of this endless routine just some flesh caught in this
Yeah, him and his brother they was real smart But then his brother died and he was taken in by a grand master And from what I hear this kid Sambo was
C'mon let's smooth it out like Soul Sensation We in the house like Japanese in Japan, or Koreans in Korea Head to Philly and free Mumia with the Kujichagulia
black revolutionists [Slimkid Tre] Now they will flee and guard, just to feel the power Not to justify, that of you and I Holdin daggers up and lettin
S.I.D. Willing to make the change Surrender the flesh and bones Against the grain Pushing beyond the limits of ourselves This body is just a cage You're dead and
days Silence fell down on us Killing the thoughts in us So they'll say This right to fight for a life in the cage Tossing and turning, crashing and burning
same and this is not a game The ones you loved left alone, unchanged Take the strength and burn it away Pull it apart and start again Never again I'll
my putrid soul The soul is leaking painfully , filling the remnants in grief Corrupted and entangled ,drifting abroad the shallow graves So silent and
of a prison wit all males And the smell of misery, seatless toilets and centipedes She'd exercise, (paint?,) and begin to read Two years inna hole. Her soul
and sage Merry thug raid, may they bust in gauge Merry judge pray, when they lower my cage And my flesh return to wet clay From which I was made, my bones rot and
main??? Add a little mic and janet you cant understand it Cause ??? thought I was from another planet Way of whipping and dipping And sliding ??? of what I'm providin Other dancers go and
No real freedom the body a cage Consumed and rotting with age Why The mind's erase The flesh decayed The void awaits Why The mind's erase The flesh