Akin: I'm passing Gods conception approaching near the land deception adjust the mirror/in my rearview i see reflection/ at times my highways lead to bleak direction so i seek confession speaking to beats/ i call it resurrection cuz i got my soul back / some call me pro black / really i'm just playing my part i could've sold crack / it's not for me / my old man thought of prophecy / Kwame Nkrumah's vision live in my odyssey for real / but not ya Homer in Greek mythology / Akin devise schemes to conquer this trickology / the time is now to forsake the faking / I'm freedom in the making / GOD's kitchen chef rock a frigid apron /
Cise Starr: My pulse quickening / As my heart became a simile / I drift into the/ reaches of self / I felt panicky / Hoping for anarchy / Liberation from this insanity / Tears running down my cheek hit the canopy / Wall of self doubt / Shout scream and wail / At the pain coursing through / My being Iím in a hell of thought / Caught between a rock and hard place / My personal space violated catching a case / I can even taste the bittersweet smell of defeat / I’m feeling the heat of blood running down in the street / Then look where I stand / My shadow is the trace of a man / That endured the hardships / Formulating a plan /
Chorus: For 400 years we shed tears / and when it's death among peers we poor beers but for what / look what the world made me / enslaved me but at the end what the fu*k is gonna save me/
Akin: System ridiculous they fabricate lies now i'm sick of this / like people with syphilis / still trying to cripple this will / revolution rap attack Pope Nicholas / chill don't ever tell me that / lies they try to sell me that / i can't afford it / your evolution get aborted / let it be known / i don't condone thrones in Rome / call it prejudice / i sever this mic with a poem / folks will hate to see this and mercenaries out for Jesus / live from the pearly white gates about to squeeze / is godly bad? / confederate flags i'm held hostage / no forty acres and mule abused profits / no forty acres and mule abused profits/
Cise Starr: I’m breaking these shackles / They got me chained away from my liberty / Look at the history / How they treated us through the centuries / Like inanimate animals / Only given annual holidays / To represent the hardships we endure today / That’s not enough / What the fu*k we getting comfortable now / looking like clowns / While industry is taking our crowns / And tarnishing our soul / Trading our worth for platinum and gold / Our souls are undersold / For what / Semiprecious pieces of metal value changing with time / Open your eyes we need to rise / Open your eyes we need to rise / Open your eyes we need to rise /Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
