A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

There's no need to yell
To get your point across.
When I came back at you,
You were at a loss.

You said I was a brat
And a selfish one too,
You know I'm not that,
You know it isn't true.

You rage with anger
Over nothing at all,
You're kind of ridiculous
To make that kind of call.

You yell and spit and point at me
To try to prove you're right,
You looked for someone to agree with you,
Sorry, there's no one in sight.

You're chidlish and imature,
Everyone knows you are.
I think it's kind of sad
That you can't go too far.

Your words are burtal and harsh,
But I certainly don't care.
Yell at me all you want,
I'll just sit and stare

I don't practice Santeria
I ain't got no crystal ball
Well, I had a million dollars but I, I'd spend it all.
If I could find that Heina, and that Sancho that she's found.
Well I'd pop a cap in Sancho & I'd slap her down.

What I really wanna know, mah baby, mmmm...
What I really wanna say I can't define.
Well it's love, that I need. Ohh...

My soul will have to, wait till I get back, find a Heina of my own.
Daddy's gonna love one and all.
I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break and I gotta live it up.
Oh, yeah, uh huh.
Well I swear that I.

What I really wanna know, ahh baby.
What I really wanna say I can't define, got love make it go.
My soul will have to...

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Ooooo...
What I really wanna say, mah baby.
What I really wanna say is I've got mine, and I'll make it, oh yes I'm coming up.

Tell Sanchito that if he knows what is good for him he best go run and hide.
Daddy's got a new Forty-Five.
And I won't think twice to stick that barrel straight down Sancho's throat.
Believe me when I say that I got somethin' for his punk ***.

What I really wanna know, mah baby.
Ooh What I really wanna say is there's just one, way back, and I'll make it, yeah.
My soul will have to wait, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I miss you when ur gone too
I wish that you were here with me
We could take alittle trip to the forbidden garden
Wouldn't have it any other way,

My husband is a King
So bow down to him

Why not go ahead and
Cry you a river
Then build a bridge
And get the **** over
Like **** yo feelings
Nobody gives a **** about your life story

I've been told that im so pretty
But I never feel pretty anymore
I guess because the inside doesnt match the outside of me
The outside shows beauty and happiness
But the inside shows unhappiness and pain