"Let’s give 'em a melody they can't lock up," Jermaine whispered.
A shadow fell over the page. Omen stepped out through the window, his movements quiet, almost ghost-like. He leaned against the brick, eyes tracing the flight of a pigeon that had managed to find a gap between the power lines. J. Cole - Caged Bird (feat. Omen)
They sat in the encroaching dark, two shadows against the steel. They began to hum, a low, vibrating chord that cut through the noise of the street. It wasn't a song of surrender. It was the sound of the door swinging open. "Let’s give 'em a melody they can't lock
"The cage isn't just the bars, man," Jermaine said, tapping his temple. "It’s the song they teach you to sing. They want us to chirp for the crumbs. They don't want us to scream for the sun." He leaned against the brick, eyes tracing the
Jermaine finally scribbled a line. Born in a box, thinking outside of it is treason. He thought about the brothers downstairs, trapped in the cycle of the hustle, wings clipped by the weight of a zip code. They had the songs of giants in their throats, but the world only heard the rattle of the locks.
He looked at the iron bars of the railing. To anyone else, they were just safety features. To him, they were the silhouette of a cage.