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