Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Samura's Optic, artist - CYNE. Album song Time Being, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Project: Mooncircle
Song language: English
Samura's Optic |
Afro-American, livin in the eyes of Aryan |
Characteristics, contacts and hair extensions |
And what we doin to ourselves just to fit in |
They had us in the fields or slavin in the kitchen |
It is my mission, to shed light to the subject |
Confederate flags over the houses of the rednecks |
American pride, or just evil in disguise |
A close reminder of why many of my people died |
To bring change in the midst of pain and oppression |
We had to stand together and our hope was the weapon |
Now we neglectin, important lessons from our forefathers |
We need to stand tall and reclaim our lost honor |
Definin blackness, what’s ghetto, and what’s real |
And what the fuck make a nigga wanna feel |
That he gotta chase, dollars and fake |
Pipe dreams and 38s, hate, with the nickel plate |
Within a arm’s grasp, I’m marchin past |
Them so called thugs waving arms to blast |
Another black, ass |
Destruct the masses, I’m Cassius Clay boxin bastards |
Lyrically speaking I’m tryna touch the people and |
Lyrically speaking I must critique the people and |
I’m far from the likes of God |
Though I am one with self yo position is odd |
Nigga, how the fuck you go knockin my style |
If I’m not a real nigga than what’s the profile |
Is it, new shoes on my feet, every other week |
Or carryin heat for niggas just like me |
I’d rather spend the most of my time |
Writin in my composition note, book of rhymes |
My mind’s confined for now but it’ll be free |
When the fat lady sing from her soul to me |
We’re quick to forget history’s hardships |
And ready to trade pride for money and bullshit |
It’s sick the way the media portrayin our people |
Instead of motivatin change they’re perpetuating evil |
Negative outlooks make impressions on the youth |
They try to ignorance synonymous with blackness |
It’s blasted, the way the images of acid |
Burning into the soul, go give it guns and ratchets |
Yo, it’s farewell to hell and, welcome in heaven |
A new man is born divine like the number seven |
Walk with me, if you will |
Through the depths of a nigga’s will it might feel |
Kinda surreal |
I woke up this morning smiling with the rising sun |
Like Robert Ness but hardly my day begun |
One with the most high, I keep her close by |
My heart when folks try |
To bring me down now I’m knockin on heaven’s door |
Jump the gate ask for God on the seventh floor |
Come holla at me see my people gotta hate complex with self |
Til the point where we’re numb to the pain that’s dealt |
Across the globe, this bullshit we’re not gonna know |
About some brothers killing people in Sierra Leone |
Over jewels that we cherish, here in America |
Peace to Sorious Samura, thanks for helping the |
World see the truth that they already know |
So let’s get free people all across the globe |
From the great walls of China to France, to Johannesburg |
Back to the land of Egu-Egu I recite the words |
I pledge allegiance only to those believing in me |
My eyes steady on the prize til the people are free |
Words to the wise so I always try to see |
The things holdin me back so I can breathe |