Buildings For The Women And Children Until We Grossing A Billion Mob Mentality Keeping The Funds Like Sicilians Can You Fell It Hell Ya Nigga We Did It The Cyne
Dreams are, the building blocks of my heart and my soul The meeting unfolds, hoping that my story is told Driftin, with eyes closed but seeing the deeper
motherfuckers gettin mad once you walking the block when i'll be lovin my chop writing my rhymes got a call from the king and we formed the group CYNE
(feat. Lula Dawit) [Akin:] Would you believe he once ran? Shy from wisdom, dodge man Thought he was up to no good but understand Circumstance had him
[Akin:] Twice in a blue moon, I might stumble cross thoughts like What's the meaning of life, it triggers foresight Bein able to see, in lost clarity
[Akin:] Yeah Serene in my thoughts I can't afford a pain so I bark A piece of mine while my hand sketches a seven I saw Through the gore through the
(feat. Rico Suave) [Akin:] Yo, yo, yo, ayo The chimp in the jungle, I like to gather in wisdom in bundles My arms swing from the branches of life, I
Through the eyes of wonder I see creation unfurl, The beginnin' and endin' of my mind twistin' in curls, so I'm out of the box of thought enterin' a
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
[Cise Star:] Sometimes I let the stress get the best of me Empty liquor bottles litter the floor, before was my enemy Familiar with the taste in my mouth
[Cise Star:] Sunshine overflowin her, baby we getting golden The Cyne, we perfect, we break until we broken I slide to the rhythm and laugh, recline
[Cise Star:] One more time I gotta see your face and I Cry every time I think about the things that ya did Held me down, always told me to face my fears
[Cise Star:] Afro-American, livin in the eyes of Aryan Characteristics, contacts and hair extensions And what we doin to ourselves just to fit in They
[Akin:] Yeah Serene in my thoughts I can't afford a pain so I bark A piece of mine while my hand sketches a seven I saw Through the gore through the bore
[Cise Star:] Sunshine overflowin her, baby we getting golden The Cyne, we perfect, we break until we broken I slide to the rhythm and laugh, recline in
