Word Jungle Esperanza Spalding

So little room at the tree top, I don't dare stop
How can I prove I exist if I don't talk
And talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, and
Listen, I can prove I really have a thought
Thought and not just (Shh)

Keep swinging from vine to vine of logic
Speaking just line to line don't drop it
Swinging from vine to vine of logic
Thinking just line to line don't drop it
Swinging from vine to vine of logic
Speaking just line to line don't drop it
Swinging from vine to vine of logic
Speaking just line to line

Wait
Don't open your mouth
'Less you got a way out
Who knows what's lurking in the dark
When you speak, they know where you are

Quit calling it out
It's loose on the prowl
Machete minds have failеd to cut it down
From the tree tops standing its ground