Song: The Dance
Artist:  CYNE
Year: 2008
Viewed: 53 - Published at: 5 years ago

[Verse 1: Akin]
Life in the air. Embrace sobriety
Me reborn, now face society
You know—light bills and emotions
New nigga, new day—going through the motions
(Float) I’m Elian when I spit that
"Boombox Pimp" shit meet Transatlantic rap
Hop—skip or jump to the future. Now
We're still stuck in Time Being's, Fight Evolution-bound
(Land) Come down—went too high
Broke trophy wife on the shelf sing true lies
(Listen, listen) Now ain’t the time for it
You be on my dick when the press give me crown for it
(Yes) Or maybe when I get a fast car
Only if she knew that my aim's not to be a...
I shot my ego a while back
Pronounced dead on the scene—now a nigga write facts (Repeat)
I shot my ego a while back
Pronounced dead on the scene—now a nigga write facts
And y'all indulge and swallow it
Lint in my gap pocket—yet, I got a following
Wide-eyed imagination
Real-time nirvana like mic-stand-adjacent
Wide-eyed imagination
Real-time nirvana like mic-stand-adjacent like
Like to free speech when you wanna
Throw self in the wind with a thug prima donna
Dance 'cause we both share the same stage
Monkey in your state zoo locked by a gold chain
Break. A getaway or runaway from
My beloved city. Grown old, but I stay young
And fresh. Radiant in the moonlight
My old school with Disco Rick and Magic Mike
Your mama’s on crack rock. Remember them dogs
Now we hail the snowman that’s melting in fog
It's crazy. I still love her—hugs when I see her
She gave me power to tower Christ, the redeemer
Not in Rio. But, for real. Wanna build
Something more than rhymes—then words turn to real
Let words turn to real
So you can see the many me
Diaspora—how can it be?
Life, death, sanity
Kennedy—that magic bullet ended he
Can it be?
Shit was meant to be
[Verse 2: Cise Star]
Surrounded by automatons
Watching life flicker like a movie screen, who am I to ever judge?
Living life to the fullest
Maybe it's all just illusion—real truth in projectors
Will money make my life better?
Fuck the cliché rags to riches—real hurt brings hard stitches
Things never change, son
So I’m gonna change how I live my life, shine like a full moon
People hear the shine as it cuts through the full view
Everybody wants to be a movie star
But is it possible? Is it probable?
To prove you exist is to have an observer
If nobody wants to hear you
Do you change your tune to something that they consider worthy?
And if you do, are you still you
Or out of tune, fabricated to the point you a synthesizer
Fuck the truth—I wanted inner peace
Because the truth is objective—depends on who you ask
So I’mma live by my inner code
And pray to God that I make it home
Pay it forward (Pay it forward)
I’m gonna walk on my chosen path
And let the world kiss my black ass
Do you see it? (Do you see it?)
Heal the earth and let the children grow
So maybe, one day, we’ll all know
God is love (God is love)

( CYNE )
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