[Verse 1: Akin]
While optimists dream, I weave my life with esteem
In and out of what's logic, shit ain't quite what it seems
I pause, soaking in applauds and criticism
I crack a smile basking my flaws in cynicism
But I'm still searching for them happy days
And for a fresh start. I'm cutting my hair but not my nappy ways
It's kinda hard fucking with so many faces
And trying to have our music touch oh so many bases
Places embracing us when we not home
With open hands or clenched fist. Trust, we're rocking on
Living this moment of truth—being is relevant
Divine timing—this beat must be heaven sent
Locked in the room for days so I can write this
Like solitude's best friend for now. Though I might just
Stab 'em in the back, open up my door
Go and buy a TV, so I can watch the war
Maybe not. I think I'd rather chill and smoke
And just be with my thoughts and perhaps some hope
While on a quest for green, I'm tryin' to pay the rent
Still I'm trying to make a dollar outta what makes sense
I'm on quest for green ‘cause I gotta pay the rent
Still, I'm trying to make a dollar outta what makes sense ‘cause
[Hook 1: Akin Yai]
Baby Boomer aging, hormone raging. Kids they all adore this hip hop
Red, yellow, black, Caucasian, Latin, Asian. What are we fighting for?
It's war outside I'm trying to keep my head up to the sky
Before it falls all on my head, then I can't cope—that's why
[Verse 2: Akin]
Even if I get the fortune and fame, I'm a prey in this game
1980 baby crazy, aborting the lame
Open future—it's wide-open. Stay on my toes
Some are fragile. I'm agile, aiming at foes
Those cowardly man. They ruling with an iron hand
And they got power to swing, strike a Godly plan
Now tell me why the church of the pope, they lie
If I controlled gas, you know John Paul'll fry
He's mixing church with the state, confusing the masses
Then sell that religion as water in half glasses
AIDS in Africa the children are dying
Billion dollar budget conquer Mars. Who's flying?
Oh shit! Better yet, who's spying?
Can you see the peeping tom on earth when he's eyeing
Pluto, Jupiter, in the age of Neptunes
We hopping to the beat, street leap gimme leg room
I need to maneuver back to my roots
Speak food for thought, mind obese from the fruit-
Loop over and over—this life that I sample
Pop goes the world, make moves, now gamble
Life on a roll. I write as I mold
Hope to translate experiences, mics will behold
A new world order—same sex marriage
White man’s plight on pause might perish
[Verse 3: Cise Star]
Honey roasted lies. No grams of carbohydrates
Look slanted eyes, surprise, a shitty mind state
Control the nation with the amber alerts
The elderly are going berserk—the medicine hurts
Too much. Money exchanges the hand of pharmaceuticals
The rates going up, it’s fucked sitting in cubicles
Emotional bombs are ready to launch
They ripping apart the fabric that make who we are
It tears much too easily. We fornicated our morals (Uh huh)
Fuck the deity—it’s anal or its oral
Watch the skies that we scrape with buildings
Stuff the Ritalin down the throats of children, real
Check ya order in this fast food nation
I got Iraq War—the game for PlayStation
Check ya order in this fast food nation
I got Iraq War—the game for PlayStation
[Hook 2: Akin]
Marching through the night with mics
We stand for ‘lution. Come, don't run
Y man your human rights through fight
Take stand, pro-choice, pro-boycott and go
While optimists dream, I weave my life with esteem
In and out of what's logic, shit ain't quite what it seems
I pause, soaking in applauds and criticism
I crack a smile basking my flaws in cynicism
But I'm still searching for them happy days
And for a fresh start. I'm cutting my hair but not my nappy ways
It's kinda hard fucking with so many faces
And trying to have our music touch oh so many bases
Places embracing us when we not home
With open hands or clenched fist. Trust, we're rocking on
Living this moment of truth—being is relevant
Divine timing—this beat must be heaven sent
Locked in the room for days so I can write this
Like solitude's best friend for now. Though I might just
Stab 'em in the back, open up my door
Go and buy a TV, so I can watch the war
Maybe not. I think I'd rather chill and smoke
And just be with my thoughts and perhaps some hope
While on a quest for green, I'm tryin' to pay the rent
Still I'm trying to make a dollar outta what makes sense
I'm on quest for green ‘cause I gotta pay the rent
Still, I'm trying to make a dollar outta what makes sense ‘cause
[Hook 1: Akin Yai]
Baby Boomer aging, hormone raging. Kids they all adore this hip hop
Red, yellow, black, Caucasian, Latin, Asian. What are we fighting for?
It's war outside I'm trying to keep my head up to the sky
Before it falls all on my head, then I can't cope—that's why
[Verse 2: Akin]
Even if I get the fortune and fame, I'm a prey in this game
1980 baby crazy, aborting the lame
Open future—it's wide-open. Stay on my toes
Some are fragile. I'm agile, aiming at foes
Those cowardly man. They ruling with an iron hand
And they got power to swing, strike a Godly plan
Now tell me why the church of the pope, they lie
If I controlled gas, you know John Paul'll fry
He's mixing church with the state, confusing the masses
Then sell that religion as water in half glasses
AIDS in Africa the children are dying
Billion dollar budget conquer Mars. Who's flying?
Oh shit! Better yet, who's spying?
Can you see the peeping tom on earth when he's eyeing
Pluto, Jupiter, in the age of Neptunes
We hopping to the beat, street leap gimme leg room
I need to maneuver back to my roots
Speak food for thought, mind obese from the fruit-
Loop over and over—this life that I sample
Pop goes the world, make moves, now gamble
Life on a roll. I write as I mold
Hope to translate experiences, mics will behold
A new world order—same sex marriage
White man’s plight on pause might perish
[Verse 3: Cise Star]
Honey roasted lies. No grams of carbohydrates
Look slanted eyes, surprise, a shitty mind state
Control the nation with the amber alerts
The elderly are going berserk—the medicine hurts
Too much. Money exchanges the hand of pharmaceuticals
The rates going up, it’s fucked sitting in cubicles
Emotional bombs are ready to launch
They ripping apart the fabric that make who we are
It tears much too easily. We fornicated our morals (Uh huh)
Fuck the deity—it’s anal or its oral
Watch the skies that we scrape with buildings
Stuff the Ritalin down the throats of children, real
Check ya order in this fast food nation
I got Iraq War—the game for PlayStation
Check ya order in this fast food nation
I got Iraq War—the game for PlayStation
[Hook 2: Akin]
Marching through the night with mics
We stand for ‘lution. Come, don't run
Y man your human rights through fight
Take stand, pro-choice, pro-boycott and go
( CYNE )
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