Cise Star - Evolution Fight lyrics

[Verse 1: Akin] While optimists dream, I weave my life with esteem In and out of what's logic, sh** ain't quite what it seems I pause, soaking in applauds 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 f**ing 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 'em 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 tryin' to pay the rent Still I'm trying to make a dollar outta what makes sense I'm on quest for green ‘cause I gotta pay the rent Still, I'm trying to make a dollar outta what makes sense ‘cause [Hook 1: Akin Yai] 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 [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 Those 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 controlled gas, you know John Paul'll fry He's mixing church with the state, confusing the ma**es Then sell that religion as water in half gla**es AIDS in Africa the children are dying Billion dollar budget conquer Mars. Who's flying? Oh sh**! Better yet, who's spying? Can you see the peeping tom on earth when he's 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 will behold A new world order—same s** 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 sh**ty 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 f**ed 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 our morals (Uh huh) f** the deity—it's an*l or its oral Watch the skies that we scrape with buildings Stuff the Ritalin down the throats of children, real Check ya order in this fast food nation I got Iraq War—the game for PlayStation Check ya order in this fast food nation I got Iraq War—the game for PlayStation [Hook 2: Akin] Marching through the night with mics We stand for ‘lution. Come, don't run Y man your human rights through fight Take stand, pro-choice, pro-boycott and go