Words are free, but I'm bound

These words I speak are free as a bird, but i'm like a man bound to the ground. The sky is limit, my mind is so timid these words I spit are so very vivid. I'm not a man of battle, but I'm one of crime I commit at a time of crime when time is limited. It's looking grim for me but as my words escape like my mind when I'm on stage. People are so cynical these days I'm not very political but that's a fact but I'm a keep collecting and keep selectin' doesn't matter what they do. My words will be free one day like a dream of a man bound to this world he'll back his bags out of this world and fly high of the ground. I just wish i could the same well ain't that lame