Omen nodded, looking toward the horizon where the orange glow was being swallowed by the grey of the towers. "A bird born in a cage thinks flying is a sickness. We’ve been sick for a long time, Jermaine."
"That the sky is infinite, but he’s only used to the four corners of this block."
"You think he knows?" Omen asked, his voice low like a bassline. "Knows what?" Jermaine didn't look up.
To help me expand this narrative or explore the song's themes further:
to weave into the plot (e.g., the concept of the "beautiful struggle")
He looked at the iron bars of the railing. To anyone else, they were just safety features. To him, they were the silhouette of a cage.
"Let’s give 'em a melody they can't lock up," Jermaine whispered.
Omen nodded, looking toward the horizon where the orange glow was being swallowed by the grey of the towers. "A bird born in a cage thinks flying is a sickness. We’ve been sick for a long time, Jermaine."
"That the sky is infinite, but he’s only used to the four corners of this block."
"You think he knows?" Omen asked, his voice low like a bassline. "Knows what?" Jermaine didn't look up.
To help me expand this narrative or explore the song's themes further:
to weave into the plot (e.g., the concept of the "beautiful struggle")
He looked at the iron bars of the railing. To anyone else, they were just safety features. To him, they were the silhouette of a cage.
"Let’s give 'em a melody they can't lock up," Jermaine whispered.