Cyne - Rousseau lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, ayo The chimp in the jungle, I like to gather in wisdom in bundles My arms swing from the branches of life, I write humble My notes are crumbled, my hopes are fumbled Can't drop it, a ghost among you folk that stumbled cross logic I'm definite, like change I strain wit rewards while Speck and, Enoch start bangin on boards Daily routines like fiends that's stuck on the crack pipe I rhyme over feedback, dare mics not to act right The emcee, and see y'all just tempt me wit All ya propaganda, ya souls are empty I was born free, now I stay confined, in this day of time A slave to the way of the world, although I'm not blind Machine gotta, hold on ya blue jean products Whether you white or black, rich or poverty's product It's a known fact, sorta like forty acres they owe blacks I might, hitch hike on hope's road and never go back I was born free, but now I'm like a slave to society Can't get a license without consent, to feel sobriety If you have a plan, they say life will flow beautifully I need tech support, like Vanilla Sky Cuz someone lied to me, told me sh** was cool I made good grades, but damn it got kicked outta school It doesn't matter, my computer doesn't read the data Even if you're smart, your life still can get shattered Into little pieces, this is my thesis Just cause I'm raised? in the belly of the beast-es My people died in vain, the pain is on my brain And how can I get by when held by this mental strain I just don't understand, I be's a grown a** man But every time I see the cops they make me lift my hands So they can pat me down, and I just don't see how I played by they rules but they still treat me foul Damn! So what is this I'm livin, day in and day out earnin My soul I hope to spend it, it's the petty change I'm gettin Back through transactions, money limits my actions I try to raise up but—(damn, damn) Tryin to move I struggle, movin through hurt's trouble Bumpin my head against the ceiling I ain't even stumble My eyes are black and blue, rattle my shackles too I try to remove 'em but damn. Sounds like that I'm in jail, but really I'm in hell The space between my two ears became my private cell Ready and willin, able, anything justice stable They just cut off my cable! No food up in the kitchen, but I got dirty dishes Does that make any sense? My life ain't ever easy, my girlfriend's gonna leave me Who scratched my Nas CD?