I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD PACKS A MEAN LEFT HOOK

 

 

Don’t tell me what to say

Don’t tell me what to do

Don’t tell me that I’m wrong

If I don’t agree                  with you

 

Cos I once lived in a cage

it was so hard to get free

and I might fly in a rage

if you use that tone  on me

 

And if I hear a guy on his phone

trying to lay down the law

putting the pressure on

I want to cross         that floor

 

Sometimes everything’s fine

you don’t mean me no ill

but something that said reminds me

and every part of my body is filled…

 

with the chemical memory

of bustup or bolt

and I am sorry

cos it’s not your fault

 

But I once lived in a cage

it was so hard to get free

and I might fly in a rage

if you use that tone  on me

 

All the girls tell me to man up

see someone bout my hangups

all the boys tell me to drink up

and see         someone new

 

Sometimes everything’s fine

you don’t mean me no ill

but something that said reminds me

and every part of my body is filled…

 

with the chemical memory

of bustup or bolt

and I am sorry

cos it’s not your fault

 

But I once lived in a cage

it was so hard to get free

and I might fly in a rage

if you use that tone  on me

 

You got something to say

my ears never been more open

just let me take it away

and you may see me awoken

 

Sometimes everything’s fine

you don’t mean me no ill

but something that said reminds me

that you took the scratches

and you’re still                  here

I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD PACKS A MEAN LEFT HOOK

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