They tried to fit little pieces of you into boxes.
Sly people, as cunning as foxes.
Paint a picture of freedom but keep them in cages.
Delete the evidence, blot it out of the pages.

I am no Maya Angelou but I know how the caged bird longs to sing.
Clip the wings and break the beaks, cover the wounds and they still will feel the sting.
Litter their screens with the pictures of your bird
Make them feel fly from the comfort of a bed.

Reward them with ghost followers while they lead unproductive lives.
Tell them they can "hammer" as they believe your lies.
Fit them into a frame so they can see the world from your eyes
Capture their hearts so it can be as cold as ice.

But you see there are birds that chatter and birds that tweet.
Birds that matter and birds that speak.
You say the words are very few
Yet I see you airing your view.

You say the space is very small
Yet you can talk about your car and all.
You say the world doesn't need you.
Yet you blame it for not paying your dues.

You say you want to get up and shine, blind our eyes and be a light
Yet you don't want to get up and fight.
You say it has always been like that
I say that's what the little box did to your head.

But I know a man who had no tweet handle
Yet He had more than "77k" followers.
He had no droid yet He mutitasked
More than that your Iphone Six.

If you want to be a light, a hundred and sixty characters is more than enough.
You say your battery is almost dead
Yet it can tweet the last thought in your head.
If you want to really talk, one hundred and sixty can do the job.
Let your tweet so shine before men
One hundred and sixty can do the job.
Open the cage or squeeze yourself out
If one hundred and sixty cannot do the job
If my options scare you too much
Sit and watch me do your job.
Payday will come and we'll meet at His feet.
My hundred and sixty heaven will retweet!
#tweetgelism #OutOfTheBox