CYNE, Stres - Prototypes lyrics

Yeah (We summon forces) we summon forces african prototypes we summon the forces of our ancestors we come from strong lines strong lines (Prototypes) we do this we do we we do we

Since my youth I’ve commenced and
Vibed with the truth
Inside, I was intense youth was innocent
I bless with my mom's arms
Caress from forms of harm
Yes, we born to progress
I hardly can recall partly
From withdrawal trauma
Partly from the scum up, but my mama
She pardoned me
To see her angel take form regardless
Entangled in divided states
The storm of retarded hit's the hardest
Conformed and separated in states they parted
On color lines my mother shine listen (What?)
She cultured me to be divine i’m
Here to be sincere in time
I’ll disappear that’s fine
'Long as wrong has been
Declined and the unjust
Crushed, injustice rushed this just us
So we fight on the slave ship
From all that slave shit
United, leave this bitch seen as you please
I bring my ease to this shit please believe
This moment, they don’t want it 'cause we
Joining it's an omen
Long as we lost, roaming foaming in the dust
Zone-independent, we adjust to this unjustice
Sinning of recessive cloning
Aggressive killer
The dollar bill the father of all falls
All divides choose sides we
Tryna change tides
We gain strides we aim high
No, this ain’t about bling, God nah

Nah, this ain’t about bling, God (Nah)
Nah, this ain’t about bling, God (Nah)
Nah, this ain’t about bling, God (Nah)
Nah, this ain’t about it’s about redemption
Birth acceptance disturbed great
Hurt hate break we are, are, are, are, are
(African Prototypes)

Superstar, boom bap rhyme fiend, misfit
Dark child, schoolboy write life, spit sick
Succumbing to world like boy does a girl, yo
Can’t live with or without this feel of
Solitude's shrug no love
See, they laughed when I
Finally spoke, so mom, i need a hug
Squeeze me and tell me I'm beautiful
Don’t put me in a class
With people that’s cruel to
A brown-skinned immigrant i really
Can’t take it "Yo, I heard in Africa
They run around naked"
Nah, nigga fuck you how can
I coexist with ignorant
Assholes taught by a system acknowledging
Hatred and Bush manifesto?
That was like '89 it's hard
To forget those days
In the classroom i’m writing down poetry
Words on a paper to escape pain close to me
Stres and he understanding truth
In the gospel
Believing in Jesus not fuck apostles
I'm voice in a crowd young, black, and proud
Y'all
Redemption caught in the momentary bliss
'Cause the monetary world got
A nigga balling fists