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Broken Wings

from Personal Journals by Sage Francis

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She's a fairy with broken wings
I used to watch her perform
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 so much it seems like she floats
And these folks decide to crush her wings until they're permanently broke She’d ride gusts of wind just by the way she spoke
She cries, but loves to sing songs of freedom and hope
On the east side, hustling, discussing things that we quote
In shallow conversations as if we have deep throats
We choke on our confusion, not sure if it’s 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
To find these silly kids had flying privileges revoked
Ski slopes have been blocked off. They can't chance it
Had weights tied to her ankles so she most definitely can't skip town She’s 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 Titantic sinking. She’s trying to stay up
Changed her plan thinking it's OK. 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 it might break the prison bars
It isn't hard to see why they keep her captive
She’s naturally attractive, speaks with adlibs, she’s uncommonly talented
Ain't enough adjectives to do her disposition justice
Kids are wishing for just a kiss and it's a mission to touch her lips
They can't trust her with freedom of movement. That's a chance to lose her quick If she ups and splits, so you might as well call that discussion quits
They have ways to keep her down. The government's underlings
Enslave people in this town, especially if their culture's rich
Exploiting talents. Making it do a bunch of tricks
With the rest of the wingless imports repeatedly told,
“You ain't a fairy, you’re just a bitch
With a butt that's thick
So rub your tits
And thrust your hips
And suck my dick.
And run your shit, and run your shit, and run your shit”
She’s a fairy with broken wings
I used to go 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
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
Because it was only a matter of time before they’d figure me out and try to strip my pride I knew the scoop. Wish you could've 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 the secret of mine
Me and you are different, girl
We don't even need wings to fly

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from Personal Journals, released April 16, 2002
Beat by Scott Matelic.

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