Evolution Fight

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Akin] While optimists dream, I weave my life with esteem In and out of what's logic, shit ain't quite what it seem, I pause Soaking in applause and criticism I crack a smile, basking my flaws in cynicism, but I'm still searching for them happy days, and for A fresh start, I'm cutting my hair but not my nappy ways It's kinda hard fucking with so many faces And trying to have our music touch oh so many bases Places embracing us when we not home With open hands or clenched fist, trust, we're rocking on Living this moment of truth, being is relevant Divine timing, this beat must be Heaven-sent Locked in the room for days so I can write this Like solitude's best friend for now, though I might just Stab him in the back, open up my door Go and buy a TV so I can watch the war. Maybe not I think I'd rather chill and smoke and just Be with my thoughts and perhaps some hope. While on a Quest for green, I'm trying to pay the rent. Still I'm trying to make a dollar out of what makes sense. I'm on a Quest for green 'cause I gotta pay the rent Still, I'm trying to make a dollar out of what makes sense 'cause [Bridge: Akin] Baby Boomer aging, hormone raging Kids they all adore this hip hop. Red, yellow Black, Caucasian, Latin, Asian. What are we fighting for? It's War outside, I'm trying to keep my Head up to the sky before It falls all on my head, then I can't cope, that's why… [Interlude: Sample] "You sell out your country. Who comes first? You or your country? I don't have to think twice." [Verse 2: Akin] Even if I get the Fortune and fame, I'm a prey in this game 1980 baby crazy, aborting the lame Open future,it's wide-open. Stay on my toes Some are fragile. I'm agile, aiming at foes Them cowardly man. They ruling with an iron hand And they got power to swing, strike a Godly plan. Now tell Me why the church of the pope, they lie If I control gas, you know John Paul'll fry. He mixing Church with the state, confusing the masses Then sell that religion as water in half glasses AIDS in Africa, the children are dying Billion dollar budget conquer Mars. Who's flying? Oh shit! Better yet, who's spying? Can you see the peeping tom on earth when he eyeing Pluto, Jupiter, in the age of Neptunes We hopping to the beat, street leap gimme leg room I need to maneuver back to my roots Speak food for thought, mind obese from the Fruit Loop Over and over, this life that I sample Pop goes the world, make moves, now gamble Life on a roll. I write as I mold, hope To translate experiences mics'll behold A New World Order, same sex marriage White man's plight on pause might perish [Verse 3: Cise Star] Honey roasted lies, no grams of carbohydrates Look slanted eyes, surprise, a shitty mind state Control the nation with the amber alerts The elderly are going berserk, the medicine hurts too much Money exchanges the hand of pharmaceuticals The rates going up, it's fucked sitting in cubicles Emotional bombs are ready to launch, they ripping Apart the fabric that make who we are, it tears Much too easily, we fornicated morals (Uh huh) Fuck the deity, it's anal or its oral Watch the skies that we scrape with buildings Stuff the Ritalin down the throats of children, real Check your order in this fast-food nation I got Iraq War, the game for PlayStation Check your order in this fast-food nation I got Iraq War, the game for PlayStation [Outro: Akin] Marching through the night with mics, we stand Evolution, come, don't run, demand Your human rights through fight, take stand Pro-choice, broke boycott and go