CYNE, Rico $uave - Rousseau lyrics

The chimp in the jungle
I like to gather in wisdom in bundles
My arms swing from the branches of life
I write humble
My notes are crumbled, my hopes are fumbled
Can't drop it, a ghost among you folk
That stumbled ‘cross logic i'm definite
Like change i strain with rewards while
Speck and, Enoch start banging on boards
Daily routines like fiends that's stuck
On the crack pipe i rhyme over feedback
Dare mics not to act right
The emcee, and see y'all just tempt me with
All ya propaganda, ya souls are empty
I was born free, now I stay confined
In this day of time
A slave to the ways of the world
Although I'm not blind
Machine gotta, hold on ya blue jean products
Whether you white or black, rich
Or poverty's product it's a known fact
Sorta like forty acres they owe blacks
I might
Hitch hike on hope's road and never go back

I was born free
But now I'm like a slave to society
Can't get a license without
Consent to field sobriety
If you have a plan
They say life will flow beautifully
I need tech support like Vanilla Sky
‘Cause someone lied to me
Told me shit was cool
I made good grades, but damn
Then got kicked outta school
It doesn't matter
My computer doesn't read the data
Even if you're smart
Your life still can get shattered
Into little pieces, this is my thesis
Just ‘cause I raised BB in
The belly of the beasts
My people died in vain
The pain is on my brain
And how can I get by when
Held by this mental strain?
I just don't understand
I be's a grown ass man
But every time I see the cops
They make me lift my hands
So they can pat me down
And I just don't see how
I played by they rules but
They still treat me foul damn!

So what is this I'm living
Day in and day out earning
My soul I hope to spend it
It's the petty change I'm getting’
Back through transactions
Money limit's my actions
I try to raise up but (damn, damn)
Trying to move I struggle
Moving through hurt's trouble
Bumping my head against the ceiling
I ain't even stumble
My eyes are black and blue
Rattle my shackles too
I try to remove 'em but damn
Sounds like that I'm in jail
But really I'm in hell
The space between my two ears
Became my private cell
Ready and willing, able
Anything justice stable
They just cut off my cable!
No food up in the kitchen
But I got dirty dishes
Does that make any sense?
My life ain't ever easy
My girlfriend's gonna leave me
Who scratched my Nas CD?