400 Years

Akin:

I'm passing Gods conception approaching near the land deception adjust the mirror

in my rearview i see reflection

at times my highways lead to bleak direction so i seek confession speaking to beats

i call it resurrection cuz i got my soul back

some call me pro black

really i'm just playing my part i could've sold crack

it's not for me

my old man thought of prophecy

Kwame Nkrumah's vision live in my odyssey for real

but not ya Homer in Greek mythology

Akin devise schemes to conquer this trickology

the time is now to forsake the faking

I'm freedom in the making

GOD's kitchen chef rock a frigid apron

Cise Starr:

My pulse quickening

As my heart became a simile

I drift into the reaches of self

I felt panicky

Hoping for anarchy

Liberation from this insanity

Tears running down my cheek hit the canopy

Wall of self doubt Shout scream and wail

At the pain coursing through

My being I'm in a hell of thought

Caught between a rock and hard place

My personal space violated catching a case

I can even taste the bittersweet smell of defeat

I'm feeling the heat of blood running down in the street

Then look where I stand

My shadow is the trace of a man

That endured the hardships Formulating a plan

Chorus:

For 400 years we shed tears

and when it's death among peers we poor beers but for what

look what the world made me

enslaved me but at the end what the fu*k is gonna save me

Akin:

System ridiculous they fabricate lies now i'm sick of this

like people with syphilis

still trying to cripple this will revolution rap attack Pope Nicholas

chill don't ever tell me that

lies they try to sell me that, i can't afford it your evolution get aborted

let it be known

i don't condone thrones in Rome

call it prejudice

i sever this mic with a poem

folks will hate to see this and mercenaries out for Jesus

live from the pearly white gates about to squeeze is godly bad?

confederate flags i'm held hostage

no forty acres and mule abused profits

no forty acres and mule abused profits

Cise Starr:

I'm breaking these shackles

They got me chained away from my liberty

Look at the history

How they treated us through the centuries

Like inanimate animals

Only given annual holidays

To represent the hardships we endure today

That's not enough

What the fu*k we getting comfortable now, looking like clowns

While industry is taking our crowns

And tarnishing our soul

Trading our worth for platinum and gold

Our souls are undersold

For what / Semiprecious pieces of metal value changing with time

Open your eyes we need to rise Open your eyes we need to rise Open your eyes we need to rise