| Locked up. |
[Nov. 21st, 2008|01:34 pm] |
| [ | Mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | Music |
| | Sage Francis | Broken Wings. | ] |
Shes a fairy with broken wings, I used to watch her perform. And if she hears me -- I hope she sings songs that had me going right back. Couldn't find anyone in town to talk about how no one like that should be confined to the ground we walk. She glides, but just seems like she floats. And these folks decide to crush her wings until they're permanently broke.
She rides gusts of wind just by the way she spoke; she cries, but loves to sing songs of freedom and hope. On the eastside hustling discussing things that we quote in shallow conversations -- as if we have deep throats. We choke on our confusion, not sure if its a heat stroke or if we need coats. Trading in our cheap jokes for her C notes, I see notes being passed. I ask to see what these creeps wrote. Define silly kids and flying privileges revoked.
Ski slopes have been blocked off they can't chance it; had weights tied to her ankles she most definitely can't skip town. Shes held down by the transcripts my hands grip. Tried to tie her wings back on before they're once again clipped. Panic stricken, she'll remain stuck on a titanic sinking, shes trying to stay up. Change her plan, thinking its okay.
See, this is strange but Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves in a way that kept them chained up. I'd like to see her take flight into the stars, instead of letting her fly free they keep her in jars. Instead of letting 'em fly free, they keep 'em in jars. I put my hand to the glass so hard that it might break the prison bars. It isn't hard to see why to keep her captive -- shes naturally attractive, speaks with adlibs -- shes uncommonly talented.
Ain't enough adjectives to do her dispotion justice, kids are wishing for just a kiss and its a mission to touch her lips. They can't trust her with freedom of movement thats a chance to lose her quick -- if she up and splits, we might as well call that discussion quits. They have ways to keep down; the governments underlings enslave people in this town especially if their culture's rich. Exploiting talents -- making her do a bunch of tricks with the rest of the wingless imports; repeatedly told you ain't a fairy, you just a bitch. Just a bitch, with a butt thats thick, so rub your tits -- and thrust your hips.
And suck my dick, and run your shit. Shes a fairy with broken wings, I used to watch her perform. And if she hears me -- I hope she sings songs that had me going right back. Couldn't find anyone in town to talk about how no one like that should be confined to the ground.
When I was down in New York she'd send me letters, and I read her passages about how I left her to the savages. No matter how sad that is, I didn't cry; 'cause it was only a matter of time before they figured me out and tried to strip my pride. I knew the scoop -- wish you could of seen the blueprints in my eye when I flew the coop. Utilizing overground railroads in the sky, it was live or die.
Let me let you in on a secret of mine -- me and you are different, girl. We don't even need wings to fly.. |
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