Lyrics Caged Bird - Jords

I been thinkin' 'bout, you been thinkin' 'bout
I been thinkin', you been thinkin' 'bout me, yeah
I been thinkin' 'bout, you been thinkin' 'bout
I been thinkin', you been thinkin' 'bout, still thinkin' 'bout
Uh, Eazi
Uh

Conversations with past demons
Caged birds singing in rooms with glass ceilings
If hope dies, my soul cries, my heart's weepin'
Soul ties with strong roots, you can't see them
Brodie said that he loves the ends, he can't leave 'em
In the same ends, he caught a -, the wounds deepened
Until somebody gets them bruddas back, we can't grieve 'em
That's how you turn your brighter days into dark evenings, ah
If you had a penny for your thoughts, what would you buy? Uh
Can't stop 'til I'm on top of the sky
You can get your wings clipped when they're watchin' you fly
Step back and salute, real bruddas like Scully and Jude
Now we're makin' real money for true
Always a seat at the table for my bruddas for life
Nepotism's calm when you've grown where I grew
When you've done what I do
They always wanna show and prove
But I bless brown skin so I don't show bruise, uh
If I wasn't rapping, then I'd be wrapping
I throw away my boxes except the ones I got cash in
I bring my ting to the function then get the gang in
So, yes, I got a weapon, then brodie brought his wap in, uh
Young handsome, Da Vinci with the canvas
You know we've had it patterned since I ain't talking or chattin'
Since ten toe dashing from the blue lights flashing
Have you ever seen the end of a life through a hollow cannon?
2020, Made it happen, '21, I lost my balance
'22, I made a killin', '23, we got it crackin'
You gotta stay schemin' if you're tryna build a palace
You gotta stay dreamin' if you're tryna find a passage
I struggle to manage
You gotta feed people when you're tryna bring the fam in
People step away and tell the world they got abandoned
We don't even do this for p, this is passion
The ends made us savage, it takes heart to be where man is
It takes heart to be standin' where I'm standin'
How can you stay sane when you've seen so much madness?
I've seen a brudda turn vegetable for the carrots
So we laugh to stop the sadness
Too much weed in my zoobie, too much juice in my chalice
I'm not looking forward to looking back on this in a mansion
Collateral damage
When life gets tough like a callus, I go
Smoke with the rastas, don't put pork in my pasta
Caged bird got out the room with the glass ceiling
But smashin' through the glass done its damage
Ain't that apparent?