CYNE - Samura's Optic lyrics
[CYNE - Samura's Optic lyrics]
Afro-American, livin' in the eyes of Aryan
Characteristics, contacts and hair extensions
And what we doin' to ourselves just to fit in
They had us in the fields
Or slavin' in the kitchen it is my mission
To shed light to the subject
Confederate flags over the houses
Of the rednecks
American pride, or just evil in disguise
A close reminder of why many
Of my people died
To bring change in the midst
Of pain and oppression
We had to stand together and
Our hope was the weapon now we neglectin'
Important lessons from our forefathers
We need to stand tall and
Reclaim our lost honor
Definin' blackness, what's ghetto
And what's real
And what the fuck make a nigga wanna feel
That he gotta chase, dollars and fake
Pipe dreams and 38s, hate
With the nickel plate
Within' a arm's grasp, I'm marchin' past
Them so-called thugs waving arms to blast
Another black, ass destruct the masses
I'm Cassius Clay boxin' bastards
Lyrically speaking I'm tryna touch
The people and
Lyrically speaking I must critique
The people and i'm far from the likes of God
Though I am one with self yo position is odd
Nigga, how the fuck you go knockin' my style
If I'm not a real nigga
Than what's the profile
Is it, new shoes on my feet, every other week
Or carryin' heat for niggas just like me
I'd rather spend the most of my time
Writin' in my composition note
Book of rhymes
My mind's confined for now but it'll be free
When the fat lady sing from her soul to me
Feel me
We're quick to forget history's hardships
And ready to trade pride
For money and bullshit it's sick the way the
Media portrayin' our people
Instead of motivatin' change
They're perpetuating evil
Negative outlooks make impressions
On the youth they try to make ignorance
Synonymous with blackness
It's blasted, the way the images of acid
Burning into the soul
Go give it guns and ratchets
Yo, it's farewell to hell and
Welcome in heaven a new man is born divine
Like the number seven
Walk with me, if you will
Through the depths of a nigga's
Will it might feel kinda surreal
I woke up this morning smiling
With the rising sun
Like Robert Nesta Marley, my day begun
One with the most high, I keep her close by
My heart when folks try
To bring me down now I'm
Knocking' on heaven's door
Jump the gate ask for God
On the seventh floor
Come holla at me see my people
Gotta hate complex with self
'Til the point where we're numb
To the pain that's dealt across the globe
This bullshit we're not gonna know
About some brothers killing people
In Sierra Leone
Over jewels that we cherish, here in America
Peace to Sorious Samura
Thanks for helping the
World see the truth that they already know
So let's get free people all across the globe
From the great walls of China to France
To Johannesburg back to the land of Egu-Egu
I recite the words
I pledge allegiance only to
Those believing in me
My eyes steady on the prize
Til the people are free
Words to the wise so I always try to see
The things holdin' me back so I can breathe
Characteristics, contacts and hair extensions
And what we doin' to ourselves just to fit in
They had us in the fields
Or slavin' in the kitchen it is my mission
To shed light to the subject
Confederate flags over the houses
Of the rednecks
American pride, or just evil in disguise
A close reminder of why many
Of my people died
To bring change in the midst
Of pain and oppression
We had to stand together and
Our hope was the weapon now we neglectin'
Important lessons from our forefathers
We need to stand tall and
Reclaim our lost honor
Definin' blackness, what's ghetto
And what's real
And what the fuck make a nigga wanna feel
That he gotta chase, dollars and fake
Pipe dreams and 38s, hate
With the nickel plate
Within' a arm's grasp, I'm marchin' past
Them so-called thugs waving arms to blast
Another black, ass destruct the masses
I'm Cassius Clay boxin' bastards
Lyrically speaking I'm tryna touch
The people and
Lyrically speaking I must critique
The people and i'm far from the likes of God
Though I am one with self yo position is odd
Nigga, how the fuck you go knockin' my style
If I'm not a real nigga
Than what's the profile
Is it, new shoes on my feet, every other week
Or carryin' heat for niggas just like me
I'd rather spend the most of my time
Writin' in my composition note
Book of rhymes
My mind's confined for now but it'll be free
When the fat lady sing from her soul to me
Feel me
We're quick to forget history's hardships
And ready to trade pride
For money and bullshit it's sick the way the
Media portrayin' our people
Instead of motivatin' change
They're perpetuating evil
Negative outlooks make impressions
On the youth they try to make ignorance
Synonymous with blackness
It's blasted, the way the images of acid
Burning into the soul
Go give it guns and ratchets
Yo, it's farewell to hell and
Welcome in heaven a new man is born divine
Like the number seven
Walk with me, if you will
Through the depths of a nigga's
Will it might feel kinda surreal
I woke up this morning smiling
With the rising sun
Like Robert Nesta Marley, my day begun
One with the most high, I keep her close by
My heart when folks try
To bring me down now I'm
Knocking' on heaven's door
Jump the gate ask for God
On the seventh floor
Come holla at me see my people
Gotta hate complex with self
'Til the point where we're numb
To the pain that's dealt across the globe
This bullshit we're not gonna know
About some brothers killing people
In Sierra Leone
Over jewels that we cherish, here in America
Peace to Sorious Samura
Thanks for helping the
World see the truth that they already know
So let's get free people all across the globe
From the great walls of China to France
To Johannesburg back to the land of Egu-Egu
I recite the words
I pledge allegiance only to
Those believing in me
My eyes steady on the prize
Til the people are free
Words to the wise so I always try to see
The things holdin' me back so I can breathe