[Verse 1: Akin]

While optimists dream, I weave my life with esteem

In and out of what’s logic, shit ain’t quite what it seem, I pause

Soaking in applause and criticism

I crack a smile, basking my flaws in cynicism, but

I’m still searching for them happy days, and for

A fresh start, I’m cutting my hair but not my nappy ways

It’s kinda hard fucking with so many faces

And trying to have our music touch oh so many bases

Places embracing us when we not home

With open hands or clenched fist, trust, we’re rocking on

Living this moment of truth, being is relevant

Divine timing, this beat must be Heaven-sent

Locked in the room for days so I can write this

Like solitude’s best friend for now, though I might just

Stab him in the back, open up my door

Go and buy a TV so I can watch the war. Maybe not

I think I’d rather chill and smoke and just

Be with my thoughts and perhaps some hope. While on a

Quest for green, I’m trying to pay the rent. Still

I’m trying to make a dollar out of what makes sense. I’m on a

Quest for green ‘cause I gotta pay the rent

Still, I’m trying to make a dollar out of what makes sense ‘cause

[Bridge: Akin]

Baby

Boomer aging, hormone raging

Kids they all adore this hip hop. Red, yellow

Black, Caucasian, Latin, Asian. What are we fighting for? It’s

War outside, I’m trying to keep my

Head up to the sky before

It falls all on my head, then I can’t cope, that’s why…

[Interlude: Sample]

“You sell out your country. Who comes first? You or your country? I don’t have to think twice.”

[Verse 2: Akin]

Even if I get the

Fortune and fame, I’m a prey in this game

1980 baby crazy, aborting the lame

Open future,it’s wide-open. Stay on my toes

Some are fragile. I’m agile, aiming at foes

Them cowardly man. They ruling with an iron hand

And they got power to swing, strike a Godly plan. Now tell

Me why the church of the pope, they lie

If I control gas, you know John Paul’ll fry. He mixing

Church with the state, confusing the masses

Then sell that religion as water in half glasses

AIDS in Africa, the children are dying

Billion dollar budget conquer Mars. Who’s flying?

Oh shit! Better yet, who’s spying?

Can you see the peeping tom on earth when he eyeing

Pluto, Jupiter, in the age of Neptunes

We hopping to the beat, street leap gimme leg room

I need to maneuver back to my roots

Speak food for thought, mind obese from the Fruit Loop

Over and over, this life that I sample

Pop goes the world, make moves, now gamble

Life on a roll. I write as I mold, hope

To translate experiences mics’ll behold

A New World Order, same sex marriage

White man’s plight on pause might perish

[Verse 3: Cise Star]

Honey roasted lies, no grams of carbohydrates

Look slanted eyes, surprise, a shitty mind state

Control the nation with the amber alerts

The elderly are going berserk, the medicine hurts too much

Money exchanges the hand of pharmaceuticals

The rates going up, it’s fucked sitting in cubicles

Emotional bombs are ready to launch, they ripping

Apart the fabric that make who we are, it tears

Much too easily, we fornicated morals (Uh huh)

Fuck the deity, it’s anal or its oral

Watch the skies that we scrape with buildings

Stuff the Ritalin down the throats of children, real

Check your order in this fast-food nation

I got Iraq War, the game for PlayStation

Check your order in this fast-food nation

I got Iraq War, the game for PlayStation

[Outro: Akin]

Marching through the night with mics, we stand

Evolution, come, don’t run, demand

Your human rights through fight, take stand

Pro-choice, broke boycott and go