Cyne - First Person | Текст песни

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• Cyne
• First Person

I was a child of the 80's, growing up in the 90's
A small black child, a power, you couldn't find me
Because I shyly, would hide away from the faces
They used to look me in the face; "Baby you'll make it"
And told me to stand strong, because you're gonna be god
Beyond the dark, the sunshine heart
A new day, so I pray I'm gonna make 'em right
I fight for life, and make sure my life's right
I stand strong on my own two, so whatchu gon' do
I hold you, in the weather, my speech, and mold you
Until my past, cuz this verse is a looking glass
Silk past the evil, here to serve my people, forever

[Chorus:]
To this night a child is born
A lone star coming out of the sky to lead the wise men
Come again, tell me the truth, I wanna listen
A heavy burden I carry for my people to live

Losing my mind one piece at a time
Rewind events in my life and I find that
Hardships outnumber the good times
Still I stand tall and hold my head high
Flee the scenes, maybe things get better
But no they never did and I'm back to where I started
Smokin packs a day and acting like alcoholics
No money in my wallet and feelin really retarded
Fuck the bullshit so I hit the school shit
Got the degree and made these other motherfuckers see I am who I am
I stand tall like God, worked hard
Erected the sun, my name is Cise Starr
You wanna talk about, then you wanna be me now
Fell outta the sky, and rose outta the ground
A new man, a new plan so God damn
I got fans, live low to Japan

[Chorus]

Mama died so I had to get my own work done
I couldn't sit around and be a bitch and not do shit
Worked hard for everything that you see that I got
You motherfuckers gettin mad but you walkin the block
While I be up in my shop, writin my rhymes
Got a call from Akine and we formed the group Cyne
Now look at this now, a short time later
We devastatin the area, showin the local haters we are,
Not just a transitory pause
Two niggas right here for the cause
Cise Starr survive, divine universal
Bitch I hurt you if you ever call this commercial, we thirsty

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Educated gift mind shines throughout the ignorance...

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