[Verse 1 Akin] While optimists dream, I weave my life with esteem In and out of whats logic, shit aint quite what it seems I pause, soaking in applauds and criticism I crack a smile basking my flaws in cynicism But Im still searching for them happy days And for a fresh start. Im cutting my hair but not my nappy ways Its 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, were rocking on Living this moment of truthbeing is relevant Divine timingthis beat must be heaven sent Locked in the room for days so I can write this Like solitudes 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 Id rather chill and smoke And just be with my thoughts and perhaps some hope While on a quest for green, Im tryin to pay the rent Still Im trying to make a dollar outta what makes sense Im on quest for green cause I gotta pay the rent Still, Im 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? Its war outside Im trying to keep my head up to the sky Before it falls all on my head, then I cant copethats why [Verse 2 Akin] Even if I get the fortune and fame, Im a prey in this game 1980 baby crazy, aborting the lame Open futureits wideopen. Stay on my toes Some are fragile. Im 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 Paulll fry Hes 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. Whos flying? Oh shit! Better yet, whos spying? Can you see the peeping tom on earth when hes 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 overthis 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 ordersame sex marriage White mans 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 berserkthe medicine hurts Too much. Money exchanges the hand of pharmaceuticals The rates going up, its 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 deityits 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 Warthe game for PlayStation Check ya order in this fast food nation I got Iraq Warthe game for PlayStation [Hook 2 Akin] Marching through the night with mics We stand for lution. Come, dont run Y man your human rights through fight Take stand, prochoice, proboycott and go
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