Cyne - Prototypes lyrics

[Intro: Stres and (Akin)] Yeah. (We summon forces). We summon forces. African prototypes. We summon the forces of our ancestors. We come from strong lines. Strong lines. (Prototypes). We do this. We do we. We do we [Verse 1: Stres] Since my youth I've commenced and vibed with the truth Inside, I was intense. Youth was innocent I bless with my mom's arms, caress from forms of harm Yes, we born to progress I hardly can recall—partly from withdrawal trauma Partly from the scum up, but my mama, she pardoned me To see her angel take form regardless Entangled in divided states The storm of retarded hits the hardest Conformed and separated in states they parted On color lines. My mother shine. Listen (What?) She cultured me to be divine. I'm Here to be sincere. In time, I'll disappear—that's fine 'Long as wrong has been declined and the unjust Crushed, injustice rushed—this just us So we fight on the slave ship from all that slave sh** United, leave this b**h. Seen as you please I bring my ease to this sh**. Please believe This moment, they don't want it 'cause we joining—it's an omen Long as we lost, roaming. Foaming in the dust Zone-independent, we adjust to this unjustice Sinning of recessive cloning. Aggressive k**er The dollar bill the father of all falls All divides choose sides. We tryna change tides We gain strides. We aim high No, this ain't about bling, God Nah [Bridge: Akin and (Stres)] Nah, this ain't about bling, God (Nah) Nah, this ain't about bling, God (Nah) Nah, this ain't about bling, God (Nah) Nah, this ain't about... It's about redemption Birth. Acceptance. Disturbed. Great Hurt. Hate. Break We are, are, are, are, are... (African Prototypes) [Verse 2: Akin] Superstar, boom-bap rhyme fiend, misfit Dark child, schoolboy write life, spit sick Succumbing to world like boy does a girl, yo Can't live with or without this feel of Solitude's shrug—no love See, they laughed when I finally spoke, so mom, I need a hug Squeeze me and tell me I'm beautiful Don't put me in a cla** with people that's cruel to A brown-skinned immigrant. I really can't take it "Yo, I heard in Africa, they run around naked" Nah, n***a. f** you—how can I coexist with ignorant a**holes taught by a system acknowledging hatred and Bush manifesto? That was like '89—it's hard to forget those days In the cla**room. I'm writing down poetry Words on a paper to escape pain close to me Stres and he understanding truth in the gospel Believing in Jesus—not. f** apostles I'm voice in a crowd. Young, black, and proud, y'all Redemption caught in the momentary bliss 'Cause the monetary world got a n***a balling fists [Outro: Akin and (Stres)] (Prototypes). African prototypes. (African prototypes). Redemption. We are (African prototypes. We African prototypes). We are justified. (African prototypes). Realness. We are (We African prototype)