Stripes Cage
"Stripes - Cage" is a #Rock song released in 2023 that explores themes of confinement and the struggle for freedom. The lyrics convey feelings of being trapped, both emotionally and physically, while yearning for liberation. Musically, it features powerful guitar riffs and dynamic vocals, enhancing the emotional intensity. The song resonates with listeners facing personal battles, contributing to its cultural relevance.
[Verse 1: Cage]
Beer cans and cigarette butts cover the floor, day
Half gone, he sleeps, scared pregnant teen in the doorway
Watching him sleep, clutching her belly, little feet kick
To send the teen back to the toilet, spent her last week sick
When little Billy feed her ground up Jesus powder
Would’ve beat her louder if it would’ve pushed the fetus out her
Father in the making, crooked M.P. forsaken
The military cop that sells H to bring his cake in
She shaking, praying her labor kicks in before
The doors kicked in for them, brown bricks on the floor, I mean
She could tell you exactly how the gutter taste
Father to her kid in custody right when her water breaks
Snitched on his compadres for a few more runs, and the irony
In giving a stuffed rat to his newborn son
Dishonorably discharged, no jail time in court, told to
Pack his family up and go the fuck back to New York
[Hook: Cage]
Fuck Bill Murray, not the actor, the deadbeat dad
That smacked her then left her with rats after he snapped her
The bastard inventor that bent her backwards in winter
With her back against the wall, she can hear death singing in her
With her back against the wall, she still hear death singing in her
With her back against the wall, she still hear death singing in her
Beer cans and cigarette butts cover the floor, day
Half gone, he sleeps, scared pregnant teen in the doorway
Watching him sleep, clutching her belly, little feet kick
To send the teen back to the toilet, spent her last week sick
When little Billy feed her ground up Jesus powder
Would’ve beat her louder if it would’ve pushed the fetus out her
Father in the making, crooked M.P. forsaken
The military cop that sells H to bring his cake in
She shaking, praying her labor kicks in before
The doors kicked in for them, brown bricks on the floor, I mean
She could tell you exactly how the gutter taste
Father to her kid in custody right when her water breaks
Snitched on his compadres for a few more runs, and the irony
In giving a stuffed rat to his newborn son
Dishonorably discharged, no jail time in court, told to
Pack his family up and go the fuck back to New York
[Hook: Cage]
Fuck Bill Murray, not the actor, the deadbeat dad
That smacked her then left her with rats after he snapped her
The bastard inventor that bent her backwards in winter
With her back against the wall, she can hear death singing in her
With her back against the wall, she still hear death singing in her
With her back against the wall, she still hear death singing in her
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