Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
CYNE
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
CYNE
Composer
Lyrics
Yo packin' the package is the world water coming disastrous
I'm gettin' bottles of water and matches 'cause it's hazardous
Immaculate hate and Montagues versus the Capulets
Rooming generations and nations are goin' at it
I'm on the frontlines of these perilous times
Confusion blinds the minds of world leaders we need a sign
A ray of hope through this dark cloud of injustice
Motherfuck this city of gold that the foreman has lusted
Jewel encrusted, greed feeds apocalypse
Can't you see the blips on the radar
Missile hits, overconfident
War strategists became the catalysts
Angry capitalists, the stock market's bastard
Gotta get it ready, my body and soul steady
Heart heavy from living so long in these last days
Crusades of itself, got us sellin' ourselves short
Gotta abort lifestyles and into something more
We let the mic breathe life to dyin' breeds
In need we feed words that breed hope
Manoeuvre past the greed indeed, we made the eagle fly
We made freedom cry by watching them try deceiving the eye
Fuckin' alibi, we was there on the balcony
The shots blare, my vision was scarred, but we're still here
Something for the people y'all
Do you remember when Martin had a dream and Bobby had a regimen
They severed and the struggle's on
My thoughts are settlin'
I gotta play the part and no other role I'm better in
Words embedded in revolutionary medicine
I took one pill and the shit was on ever since
I'm trying to keep an open mind in the wilderness
I hold a sign 'Wisdom is War', and it's opened my
Heart and mind to who we are
So where's the price list
The fight opposite the whirlwind till you're lifeless
Look, the game plan's to defeat the man
Fuck tryin' to beat the man
I navigate seas into freedom land
Get at me, people, if you're trying to soothe the pain
But if not, move over 'cause I'm trying to see change (for real)
It's the raven that never came
Back to the ark hangin' out with the viper
At the garden of Eden that angered the God
Show who you really are, moon eclipsin' the star
But Cise one reborn scorned by human flaws
So who is this saying that money is bliss?
Your logic remiss, you and the devil about to kiss
I dismiss motherfuckers leading our brothers through streets and gutters
Overflowing for tears for my mother's that bawl
As they witness the death of their children
Why do you lie when realize they fell victim to American nightmare
Daring to dream things ain't never what they seem, can we ever redeem?
Hold on to old principles and still remain sensible
Analog heart became digital (digital, digital, digital, digital, digital)
Written by: CYNE