Lyrics

[Verse 1: Akin] It's like Me versus tragedy. I don't know, man Where do I belong in this? I need to find home—can Somebody help me? Soul search is hard Work, no pay and I hurt, I Hurt—that's from open wounds. But hope to blow soon So I can stop bitching 'bout the life and sing a happy tune "Like eeny, meeny, miny, moe." Nope Hip hop is lost, niggas kidnapped the flow and blow Smoke to hear the little voice too shy to speak Imagination run, run to Enoch beat, and beat Life to a nigga either dead-asleep The martyr and the fool, I'll rep both in my speech That's Kwame in the house. N-word, I can't repeat That's fame on the hill. Baby, view so sweet A future ideal killed, ear to the street bump Y'all awaiting that new shit, new shit That tried and true shit, it's true, shit Ever since Time Being, it seemed that I'm seeing Love and hate on the block, cock-kissing. I'm fleeing Play this when I'm back home (Back home) But 'til then, bless the catalog—I'm gone! [Bridge 1: Akin] Can't crash into it Do it left, we rep and move it Moving sideways? No, never Alright, some, like, so clever They, they so all like "They, they popular" Can't be popular [Verse 2: Cise Star] I want Clean "Water for Chocolate" flowing out of the faucet 'Cause sweets can't sustain my thirst for first knowledge Tired of the garbage, but sift through for honest, but I gotta pay homage to those who rose polished Each to his own, let's rise to the occasion The power of a monsoon break United Nations Put it back together to help people wherever Sudan was a genocide, but you said, "Whatever" Turn a blind eye to those who hurt worst And we wonder why these storms are now raging the earth Prayers in the sky and a wish to find solace Preacher man quiet and the poor spit—holla Labor pains of these changing days, I change My ways, and now I'ma wait for rain Certain things will remain the same for better For worse, and other things'll wash away [Bridge 2: Akin] Hey, hello, Africa Stand up, tell me how are you? Are you you? Smile for me For me, me. OK, don't forget Progress. Me, you, him, and her Alert, work more or less Freedom, one in music Move it into Grey Matters [Verse 3: Akin] I guess Everybody voting for Jack 'cause he got high hopes It's misery plus beauty, me and Clyde wrote Yeah, and for them sons and daughters Walk upright. Peace to Jacobi Porter You had my back when it tried me That was '95, dawg. I still spit IV Yeah, and that's poison for them whores The fast food rap stars—call 'em Mandy Moore Yeah, and to Diego Iborra Wish you the best—it was love when I saw ya And its Horror, a Rocky Picture showing Bodies on the floor in ruins, niggas not knowing I keep flowing fluid, "Running Water" poems, sketch Hope 'til my wrist break and pen's overflowing Yeah, the pen's overflowing