The River - CYNE

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

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

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

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

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

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