[Verse 1: Akin]

Ayyo, ayyo, well guess who’s taking

Over this just like supreme soviet?

As down by law as Gorba, fit up all the fist

Brown-skinned man, I smoke up reefer plants

And still making plans. While they make the vain/vein

I spit venom, the quintessential mic phantom

The rhyme villain wanted for dealing truth, a felon and

This new world, uh, we like to call home

The home of the brave, the free and the unknown roam

With a host of future black moguls

Blue-collar whites with a mic to fight vultures (Waiting)

That’s utopia (Stop!). I’m getting over ya

Head against the lead, hit hard when I hold it to the

Paper, write a song so y’all can all sing along—fuck that

I’ll ring alarms ‘til your school’s out. It’s bombs over

Baghdad and Iraq, Kuwait at the same time

I’m sick of your lame rhymes. Y’all pray when it’s game time

[Verse 2: Cise Star]

Surviving the storm, a GoBot with multiple forms

A psychedelic with the relic, star-gate to beyond

2001 Space Odyssey in the sun

Like Tron, I’m in the game, so deep in the blood

Following hope, pushing over stumbling blocks, I’m holding

On to the little bit of love that I’ve got

For my peoples in the cities that be holding their own

To my peoples in the country that rebuilding their homes

To my fathers that be paying child support to their kids

To my dialing-out brothers in the jail doing bids

Keep your head up, heart strong with fists in the air

Keep your weight up. For Cise Star, we taking it there, so breathe

[Hook: Cise Star]

We’re gonna kill it with the spirit of change, I’ll be

The only brother fanning the flames (Yup, yup)

We’re gonna kill it with the spirit of change, I’ll be

The only brother fanning the flames

[Bridge: Akin Yai]

Go

Move it to this movement, do it

Make your daddy proud (Proud). Now

We speak into shit too deep, yet

We stay above ground

[Verse 3: Cise Star]

I see people how they want to be seen

Just another human being trying to make in their dream

It’s the little things that mean so much in this life, so I’ma

Treat you like a brother—fuck a wicked device

Be the more better blues when you good and you lose

Be the black man, survive, I’m paying my dues, beating

Ridiculous wickedness I’m seeing on news. It makes

A predicament hit or miss, so what do we do?

Cultivate Your New Experience, open your arms

Embrace everything that’s around you ‘cause you living with God

Holding on, holding strong ‘cause we’re living it now

Keep it on, hope is ours ‘cause the love is found, for real

Speak easy to the gravel on streets

Asphalt molding the beats, emanate in the heat, it’d be

The many, many tears ‘cause the road is harsh

Striving in the City of God