[Verse 1] So many people rather roll than rock, I’d rather roll a bowl, take a stroll round the block. Damn, babe, you talk nonstop, Love your shock, love your soul,but shut the fuck up. Peaceful paranoia — beautiful, brutal in thought. [VERSE 2] Set the stage, script-marked page, Burn some sage, spirit caged, mind engaged. Little Timmy at a pizza spot, minimum wage, Small in body but his mind was aged. Wise — let his actions gauge, But the new boss locked in a rage. Tension climbed, couldn’t disengage, Tim got locked in the Cage. [CHORUS] The cage is the matrix, All the drama, I hate this. Work hard, Respect the yard, Still stuck — can’t escape this. Pain packaged, psychosis My beats from a dominatrix. [VERSE 3] Tim cried — I didn’t say shit, Stay quiet, take hits, system plays tricks. “Admit you lied, save your hide quick,” Best decide — comply or collide with the script. You’re making it up, just a reason to rough it, Why thrive on division? Addiction to conflict. You’re too high — truth slides, mind split. Deny, deny, DENY, My, my — does this guy Wanna get split wide? Let me off this twisted ride. [BRIDGE] Dust settles, cell doors bars click, Guards bust and sells such a dick. Hard to tell what smell is making me sick ":Can I speak before these scars stick Like whores to a prick" Floor granted — :cars park Gaslight spark, in the dark, Can't Think, seeing stars Nerves jarred, thoughts charred — [VERSE 4] "I just want to do good — be understood, Not misread in my head Be glad I could have stood. and you would've had a riot in the hood Instead been quiet — tight-lipped" Now the lock’s slipped, script flipped. "When I talk, I don’t dodge, I acknowledge the flaws, Got baggage dragging, snagging my thoughts cut by the claws" Frustration rising, disguising the pain in the pause, "I’m not debating — this weight is breaking my cause. Fuck this cage — hate this stage making new laws" [BREAKDOWN] Curled on the ground, World spins, sound drowns, Arms bound, mouth gagged — no sound. Look around No Wins found [CHORUS] The cage is the matrix, All the drama, I hate this. Work hard, Respect the yard, Still stuck — can’t escape this. Insane managed, theatrics My beats from a dominatrix. [VERSE 5 – CHAOTIC VOICES] One worker steps up: “Back off — Tim’s a nice guy.” Another slut: “Never heard him lie.” Some broad: “He should die, He made my pussy dry.” This slut “He got me high.” Another girl,“What if he had an alibi?” The Boss: “Too much noise, shit got to be done — boys here's my gun" He was never gonna win, Tim… But you didn’t have to die. Why… why… WHY? Too damn high. Tim… Tim… bye-bye Tim
