[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