400 Years

CYNE

Akin:
I'm passing Gods conception approaching near the land deception adjust the mirror 
in my rearview i see reflection 
at times my highways lead to bleak direction so i seek confession speaking to beats
i call it resurrection cuz i got my soul back 
some call me pro black 
really i'm just playing my part i could've sold crack 
it's not for me 
my old man thought of prophecy 
Kwame Nkrumah's vision live in my odyssey for real 
but not ya Homer in Greek mythology 
Akin devise schemes to conquer this trickology 
the time is now to forsake the faking 
I'm freedom in the making 
GOD's kitchen chef rock a frigid apron

Cise Starr:
My pulse quickening 
As my heart became a simile 
I drift into the reaches of self 
I felt panicky 
Hoping for anarchy 
Liberation from this insanity 
Tears running down my cheek hit the canopy 
Wall of self doubt Shout scream and wail 
At the pain coursing through 
My being I'm in a hell of thought 
Caught between a rock and hard place 
My personal space violated catching a case 
I can even taste the bittersweet smell of defeat 
I'm feeling the heat of blood running down in the street 
Then look where I stand 
My shadow is the trace of a man 
That endured the hardships Formulating a plan

Chorus:
For 400 years we shed tears 
and when it's death among peers we poor beers but for what 
look what the world made me 
enslaved me but at the end what the fu*k is gonna save me

Akin:
System ridiculous they fabricate lies now i'm sick of this 
like people with syphilis 
still trying to cripple this will revolution rap attack Pope Nicholas 
chill don't ever tell me that 
lies they try to sell me that, i can't afford it your evolution get aborted 
let it be known 
i don't condone thrones in Rome 
call it prejudice
i sever this mic with a poem 
folks will hate to see this and mercenaries out for Jesus 
live from the pearly white gates about to squeeze is godly bad? 
confederate flags i'm held hostage 
no forty acres and mule abused profits 
no forty acres and mule abused profits

Cise Starr:
I'm breaking these shackles 
They got me chained away from my liberty 
Look at the history 
How they treated us through the centuries 
Like inanimate animals 
Only given annual holidays 
To represent the hardships we endure today 
That's not enough 
What the fu*k we getting comfortable now, looking like clowns 
While industry is taking our crowns 
And tarnishing our soul 
Trading our worth for platinum and gold 
Our souls are undersold 
For what / Semiprecious pieces of metal value changing with time 
Open your eyes we need to rise Open your eyes we need to rise Open your eyes we need to rise