Cyne - Midas (Live @ Common Grounds, February 2nd, 2003) lyrics

[Intro] The man with the Midas touch [Verse 1] It began many years ago on the African sands God blew the breath of life, came forth, created man On two legs he'd stand, the world he could command He could make love and war with the same two hands And he did Erected pyramids in his honor Forgot the face of his father Wicked ways to his daughter Started wars, put his brethren into slaughter His soul he bartered with evil to make life harder Wealth, greed and envy For self, we never stingy Gently we be giving ourselves to these enemies Never timidly, we go bold for the night Forgetting the light that needs to shine forever bright But we didn't So now our souls are turning acidic Our hope is hidden behind lies, so now we're finished Our mind is blemished We need to understand the truth God help the youth, get it together before we're through [Hook] [x2] Fathom that, how we get back to self-righteousness Writing this made me realize we're blind, sightless As we walk through life, lifeless Sitting in dark, lightless We need to fight this Greed is turning us all Midas [Verse 2] Instead of romance, it's finance Children without no guidance Roaming the streets, looking for hope but can't find it Instead they fight it Embrace hell and hate righteous Curse and spit slant their eyes And yo, f** this existence ! Where nobody will even listen They just follow tradition cause they're conditioned to it Turned a blind eye America (cause the truth is scaring ya ?) It might just bury ya, lies infecting like Malaria Can he handle that penalty box ? Cause you're on top You're gon' stop, dead in the street Getting your knot popped, burning from heat Can't even sleep, scared of defeat Out of control, alternate delete n***a we're deep And losing sleep well earned from 400 years Of blood, sweat and tears Deferred dreams and fears [Hook] [x2] Fathom that, how we get back to self-righteousness Writing this made me realize we're blind, sightless As we walk through life, lifeless Sitting in dark, lightless We need to fight this Greed is turning us all Midas [Verse 3] f** the k**ing ! The huallah star, he want a million So we can have a city filled with black owned buildings For the women and children until we grossing a billion Mob mentality keeping the funds like Sicilians Can you feel it ? Hell yeah n***a, we did it ! The CYNE rip it, war commited Walk it and live it Talk it and sh** it Everyday life is so vivid Cursing the senate cause we need more blacks represented We need a new edition of government politicians and policies Cause the police politely causing atrocities High velocity, keeping my bank full of broccoli Buying all of your property until I have monopoly Word ! [Hook] [x2] Fathom that, how we get back to self-righteousness Writing this made me realize we're blind, sightless As we walk through life, lifeless Sitting in dark, lightless We need to fight this Greed is turning us all Midas