CYNE - Evolution Fight lyrics

While optimists dream
I weave my life with esteem
In and out of what’s logic, shit
Ain’t quite what it seem, i pause
Soaking in applause and criticism
I crack a smile, basking
My flaws in cynicism, but
I’m still searching for them happy days
And for a fresh start
I’m cutting my hair but not my nappy ways
It’s kinda hard fucking with so many faces
And trying to have our music
Touch oh so many bases
Places embracing us when we not home
With open hands or clenched fist, trust
We’re rocking on
Living this moment of truth
Being is relevant
Divine timing, this beat must be Heaven-sent
Locked in the room for days
So I can write this


Like solitude’s best friend for now
Though I might just
Stab him in the back, open up my door
Go and buy a TV so I
Can watch the war maybe not
I think I’d rather chill and smoke and just
Be with my thoughts and perhaps
Some hope while on a quest for green
I’m trying to pay the rent still
I’m trying to make a dollar out of
What makes sense i’m on a
Quest for green ‘cause I gotta pay the rent
Still, I’m trying to make a dollar
Out of what makes sense ‘cause

Baby boomer aging, hormone raging
Kids they all adore this hip hop red, yellow
Black, Caucasian, Latin
Asian what are we fighting for? It’s
War outside, I’m trying to keep my
Head up to the sky before
It falls all on my head, then I can’t cope
That’s why

"You sell out your country who
Comes first? You or
Your country? I don’t have to think twice"

Even if I get the
Fortune and fame, I’m a prey in this game
1980 baby crazy, aborting the lame
Open future, it’s wide-open stay on my toes
Some are fragile i’m agile, aiming at foes
Them cowardly man they ruling
With an iron hand
And they got power to swing
Strike a Godly plan now tell
Me why the church of the pope, they lie
If I control gas
You know John Paul’ll fry he mixing
Church with the state, confusing the masses
Then sell that religion as
Water in half glasses
AIDS in Africa, the children are dying
Billion dollar budget conquer
Mars who’s flying?
Oh shit! Better yet, who’s spying?
Can you see the peeping tom
On earth when he eyeing
Pluto, Jupiter, in the age of Neptunes
We hopping to the beat
Street leap gimme leg room
I need to maneuver back to my roots
Speak food for thought
Mind obese from the Fruit Loop
Over and over, this life that I sample
Pop goes the world, make moves, now gamble
Life on a roll i write as I mold, hope
To translate experiences mics’ll behold
A New World Order, same sex marriage
White man’s plight on pause might perish

Honey roasted lies, no grams of carbohydrates
Look slanted eyes, surprise
A shitty mind state
Control the nation with the amber alerts
The elderly are going berserk
The medicine hurts too much
Money exchanges the hand of pharmaceuticals
The rates going up
It’s fucked sitting in cubicles
Emotional bombs are ready to launch
They ripping
Apart the fabric that make who we are
It tears
Much too easily, we fornicated morals
(Uh, huh)
Fuck the deity, it’s anal or it's oral
Watch the skies that we scrape with buildings
Stuff the Ritalin down the
Throats of children, real
Check your order in this fast-food nation
I got Iraq War, the game for PlayStation
Check your order in this fast-food nation
I got Iraq War, the game for PlayStation

Marching through the night with mics
We stand evolution, come, don’t run, demand
Your human rights through fight, take stand
Pro-choice, broke boycott and go