5200
Mama, I know why the caged bird really sings
When the mind, as an offering hears sovereignty echoed to the mountains let it ring
From the cradle of birth is to give authority to our mental dreams
Our deferred aspirations we seek to the highest of our esteem
How can I learn to fly when my heart cannot even walk
Animosity, resentment is always found in wagging tongues who doesn’t know how to intellectually talk
Defacing its own beautiful sanctuary forbidding to asunder such venomously stalk
Flapping winds, feet planted, in the bitter winds you can hear their squawk
Mama, will the caged bird’s nest
Allow self-worth to reinvest
I want to be free for the world to hear my quiet Psalms
In the comfort of my darkness, my melodies of goodwill for me to someday atone
The hindrance of bars confining me
Demolishing the doctrine of my creed
Where I cannot see the forest from the trees
Condemning my beliefs in a realm of success, closing my eyes in surreal, making me believe
My fate, my love of self is my soulful reprieve
I will take one step and then another
Finding ways to bridge disparity between my Nubian sistas and Moorish brothers
Regards when given unto hues from any other mother
Mama is the caged bird the imagination of a miseducated mind
If it remains netted in its own private Hell not ordained on God’s time
Child you must cherish your pearls and cast doubts, then pray for the swine
All I require is my presence to roam and my sacred Chi in society to achieve
A kiss to serenade the wind as I bow to the footsteps who made the journey, emancipated, yet who are not mentally free
It is jubilation in the liberation to become my own person
My heart and soul never become doomed to fate or allow detriments in my path to get worsen
The cage door has been opened
My mind awoken
The tastes of freedom in its victory have spoken
Bestowing to my generation the last rites of my earthly gift
From Earth to Heaven let my commemoration to my past uplift
Mama, does the caged bird learn to finally fly
Child, I tell you no lies
You sail through life
Allotted by the segments of celestial time
Life, living, and death is measured second by seconds, it welcomes the hardship, glory, as we pray in strife
It’s all by God’s designs who governs the temple
I am at the door spreading my wings taking flight, the soaring now becomes simple
“I Can Now Fly ”
