CYNE - Self Exam lyrics
[CYNE - Self Exam lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah "Self
Exam" Check it out
Y’all life story like this check it
I was born at the end of the disco era when
The b-boy was the life of the party
Then in Benin Republic, West Africa
I started out ‘til eight years old
Then we bought it out
Looking for a job abroad, daddy found one
He was intellectual and mamma was too
A match made in heaven or
The curse of voodoo?
Well, we got situated in the Sunshine State
‘Cause, I was adapting to
Change and tryna assimilate
Thoughts ran through my head
Kids couldn’t relate (Why?)
Yo, I had no toys, was forced to be creative
I wrote scripts with sticks
Pretending they were people
Made a movie called War went
And made a sequel
My parents were traditional
They loved discipline my sisters were good
But I was bad at listening
Knock, knock who’s there?
Is it my childhood unraveling? Nah
It’s my adolescence babbling
I guess I better let him in
Hello drugs, family, God, depression
And music
Coming of age in the mid-90s that was me
Poetic juvenile into hip hop an emcee
Black, leather jacket i sat
And weathered the wrath
With some paper and a pen
My thoughts my medicine like
"I’mma be, so fuck Excedrin"
Yo, mom and dad arguing that shit is old
A battle of words the nerds may win
Guess that love was lost and
War found a home ‘cause
Mom had the couch and dad slept alone
Not naïve to the fact I was well aware
That the bond that was love
Was no longer there
That shit ran with the wind
And turned to sand and
They got divorced and I was caught between
A tug of war the legal
System at the door like
"Did your daddy beat you and
Who do you love more?
So, knock, knock who’s there?
Is it my adolescence unraveling? Nah
It’s my manhood babbling
I guess I better let him in
Hello past, present, future, life
And understanding
Accepting manhood is a challenge
I’m willing to face
Take your time said, "Mom
I’m willing to pace
Myself ‘cause I gotta be twice the
Man that my father was "
I gotta make it whether
Slaying crack from 9-to-5
Releasing stress over beats just
To stay alive
It’s all a hustle nowadays, I just maintain
And let the good times roll
Then embrace change
I’m kind of glad that I made it up thus far
See, knowledge of self is bigger
Than a rock star
Now, understand the wisdom here
And let Speck drop the
Beat shit is crystal-clear
We let ‘em know that
Knock, knock who’s there?
With those, my thoughts unraveling yeah
That was Akin babbling
I guess y’all better let him in
Hello world, family, music, life
And understanding
Exam" Check it out
Y’all life story like this check it
I was born at the end of the disco era when
The b-boy was the life of the party
Then in Benin Republic, West Africa
I started out ‘til eight years old
Then we bought it out
Looking for a job abroad, daddy found one
He was intellectual and mamma was too
A match made in heaven or
The curse of voodoo?
Well, we got situated in the Sunshine State
‘Cause, I was adapting to
Change and tryna assimilate
Thoughts ran through my head
Kids couldn’t relate (Why?)
Yo, I had no toys, was forced to be creative
I wrote scripts with sticks
Pretending they were people
Made a movie called War went
And made a sequel
My parents were traditional
They loved discipline my sisters were good
But I was bad at listening
Knock, knock who’s there?
Is it my childhood unraveling? Nah
It’s my adolescence babbling
I guess I better let him in
Hello drugs, family, God, depression
And music
Coming of age in the mid-90s that was me
Poetic juvenile into hip hop an emcee
Black, leather jacket i sat
And weathered the wrath
With some paper and a pen
My thoughts my medicine like
"I’mma be, so fuck Excedrin"
Yo, mom and dad arguing that shit is old
A battle of words the nerds may win
Guess that love was lost and
War found a home ‘cause
Mom had the couch and dad slept alone
Not naïve to the fact I was well aware
That the bond that was love
Was no longer there
That shit ran with the wind
And turned to sand and
They got divorced and I was caught between
A tug of war the legal
System at the door like
"Did your daddy beat you and
Who do you love more?
So, knock, knock who’s there?
Is it my adolescence unraveling? Nah
It’s my manhood babbling
I guess I better let him in
Hello past, present, future, life
And understanding
Accepting manhood is a challenge
I’m willing to face
Take your time said, "Mom
I’m willing to pace
Myself ‘cause I gotta be twice the
Man that my father was "
I gotta make it whether
Slaying crack from 9-to-5
Releasing stress over beats just
To stay alive
It’s all a hustle nowadays, I just maintain
And let the good times roll
Then embrace change
I’m kind of glad that I made it up thus far
See, knowledge of self is bigger
Than a rock star
Now, understand the wisdom here
And let Speck drop the
Beat shit is crystal-clear
We let ‘em know that
Knock, knock who’s there?
With those, my thoughts unraveling yeah
That was Akin babbling
I guess y’all better let him in
Hello world, family, music, life
And understanding