[Intro: Sample from [?]]
I loved what I heard out there that night when I listened to you guys. And I know you can do a hell of a job [?]. Just put a little harmony behind in a couple of spots there and you got it going
[Verse 1: Cise Star]
(A one, two)
I swoop a handful of Earth in my palm while singing a song
Thinking of God, I wonder why we don’t get along
Searching for knowledge but not the type you get in a college
Fuck a selfie scholar. All I want is wisdom and honor
Son of my father but grew up and got on my own
Wandering wilderness, delirious, thinking of home
Got tired of begging for bread—he dealing instead
Growing rich off the corner and it troubled his head
Business man he became through the hurt and the pain
He caused—the children of addicts are caught in a game
Leaving the spot and never went back to the block
Emptied his pockets and gave the trashcan his Glock
[Verse 2: Akin Yai]
First of all, my time on Earth ain’t definite
Change is the only constant. That’s why I’m getting this
So you better do what you do, stay in pursuit of
The dream like a fiend—for a hit, your ass screwed up
See, being there’s a time and space like right now to
Express yourself. No joke, we fight clowns for
Getting to pass at last. We moving on
Is that a safe way to escape fate? They’re all wrong
Song is hopping aboard a mission. We Trans-Atlantic vision
For truth, they all bitching like San Tomás snitching
Listen, we like the Moors of this rap game
We conquering the nonbelievers, show ‘em we ain’t acting
Believe it. We like the Moors of this rap game
We conquering the nonbelievers, show ‘em we ain’t acting
[Hook: Akin Yai and (Sample from [?])]
It’s for the ones seeking some change that gratify life, see?
That’s why we write these words, sacrificing
Self for this moment in time. We rhyme
While talking to the river, we’re sane (Once again)
It’s for the ones seeking some change that gratify life, see?
That’s why we write these words, sacrificing
Self for this moment in time. We rhyme
While talking to the river, we’re sane
[Verse 3: Akin Yai]
Yo, propagandists will play games with no shame
Deceiving the world, so eat some cake. But while the East await
Fate, Babylon’ll break sooner or later
Bet them chickens coming home to roost with 9/11 proof
[?]. See, there’s a bitter truth
You niggas couldn’t swallow it, but, me, I’ma follow it
To death. I should model it and do what I can
And if a nigga listen, this mission will soon be a plan
To make amends for a new world. That’s my utopia
Brave women and man, let’s plan, escape the phobia
A lost generation found, breaking new ground
Sick of politics? Well, shit. Listen to sound
Off the MPC. Y’all are itching to be
Sling professor of the class, number one MC—that’s we
The Benin [?]. No need to ask why
You know what I came to do and I ain’t a big shot
[Verse 4: Cise Star]
I walk across the globe, feeling the dirt shifts between my toes
Hoping that no one knows the inner pain I’m feeling, though (So)
It would be nice to convey myself completely
Instead of seeing “Deferred Dreams” whenever sleeping
Spilling the milk, I cried a little bit for innocence
Lost over the years with peers following ignorance
Seeing beyond the here and now until the voice is gone
Instant gratification versus all the lifelong
Consequences of many bad life decisions
Standing out of the ashes, Lazarus has risen
[Hook: Akin Yai and (Sample from [?])]
It’s for the ones seeking some change that gratify life, see?
That’s why we write these words, sacrificing
Self for this moment in time. We rhyme
While talking to the river, we’re sane (Once again)
It’s for the ones seeking some change that gratify life, see?
That’s why we write these words, sacrificing
Self for this moment in time. We rhyme
While talking to the river, we’re sane
