Lyrics 400 Years - Revisited - Cyne

Akin: n
I'm passing Gods conception approaching near the land deception adjust the mirror nin my rearview i see reflection nat times my highways lead to bleak direction so i seek confession speaking to beatsni call it resurrection cuz i got my soul back nsome call me pro black nreally i'm just playing my part i could've sold crack nit's not for me nmy old man thought of prophecy n
Kwame Nkrumah's vision live in my odyssey for real nbut not ya Homer in Greek mythology n
Akin devise schemes to conquer this trickology nthe time is now to forsake the faking n
I'm freedom in the making n
GOD's kitchen chef rock a frigid apronnn
Cise Starr: n
My pulse quickening n
As my heart became a simile n
I drift into the reaches of self n
I felt panicky n
Hoping for anarchy n
Liberation from this insanity n
Tears running down my cheek hit the canopy n
Wall of self doubt Shout scream and wail n
At the pain coursing through n
My being I'm in a hell of thought n
Caught between a rock and hard place n
My personal space violated catching a case n
I can even taste the bittersweet smell of defeat n
I'm feeling the heat of blood running down in the street n
Then look where I stand n
My shadow is the trace of a man n
That endured the hardships Formulating a plannn
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For 400 years we shed tears nand when it's death among peers we poor beers but for what nlook what the world made me nenslaved me but at the end what the fuk is gonna save menn
Akin: n
System ridiculous they fabricate lies now i'm sick of this nlike people with syphilis nstill trying to cripple this will revolution rap attack Pope Nicholas nchill don't ever tell me that nlies they try to sell me that, i can't afford it your evolution get aborted nlet it be known ni don't condone thrones in Rome ncall it prejudiceni sever this mic with a poem nfolks will hate to see this and mercenaries out for Jesus nlive from the pearly white gates about to squeeze is godly bad?
Nconfederate flags i'm held hostage nno forty acres and mule abused profits nno forty acres and mule abused profitsnn
Cise Starr: n
I'm breaking these shackles n
They got me chained away from my liberty n
Look at the history n
How they treated us through the centuries n
Like inanimate animals n
Only given annual holidays n
To represent the hardships we endure today n
That's not enough n
What the fuk we getting comfortable now, looking like clowns n
While industry is taking our crowns n
And tarnishing our soul n
Trading our worth for platinum and gold n
Our souls are undersold n
For what / Semiprecious pieces of metal value changing with time n
Open your eyes we need to rise Open your eyes we need to rise Open your eyes we need to risen