Midas - CYNE

It began many years ago on the African sands

God blew the breath of life, came forth, created man

On two legs he’d stand, the world he could command

He could make love and war with the same two hands

And he did

Erected pyramids in his honor

Forgot the face of his father

Wicked ways to his daughter

Started wars, put his brethren into slaughter

His soul he bartered with evil to make life harder

Wealth, greed and envy

For self, we never stingy

Gently we be giving ourselves to these enemies

Never timidly, we go bold for the night

Forgetting the light that needs to shine forever bright

But we didn’t

So now our souls are turning acidic

Our hope is hidden behind lies, so now we’re finished

Our mind is blemished

We need to understand the truth

God help the youth, get it together before we’re through

Fathom that, how we get back to self-righteousness

Writing this made me realize we’re blind, sightless

As we walk through life, lifeless

Sitting in dark, lightless

We need to fight this

Greed is turning us all Midas

Instead of romance, it’s finance

Children without no guidance

Roaming the streets, looking for hope but can’t find it

Instead they fight it

Embrace hell and hate righteous

Curse and spit slant their eyes

And yo, fuck this existence !

Where nobody will even listen

They just follow tradition cause they’re conditioned to it

Turned a blind eye America (cause the truth is scaring ya ?)

It might just bury ya, lies infecting like Malaria

Can he handle that penalty box?

Cause you’re on top

You’re gon' stop, dead in the street

Getting your knot popped, burning from heat

Can’t even sleep, scared of defeat

Out of control, alternate delete

Nigga we’re deep

And losing sleep well earned from 400 years

Of blood, sweat and tears

Deferred dreams and fears

Fathom that, how we get back to self-righteousness

Writing this made me realize we’re blind, sightless

As we walk through life, lifeless

Sitting in dark, lightless

We need to fight this

Greed is turning us all Midas

Fuck the killing !

The huallah star, he want a million

So we can have a city filled with black owned buildings

For the women and children until we grossing a billion

Mob mentality keeping the funds like Sicilians

Can you feel it?

Hell yeah nigga, we did it !

The CYNE rip it, war commited

Walk it and live it

Talk it and shit it

Everyday life is so vivid

Cursing the senate cause we need more blacks represented

We need a new edition of government politicians and policies

Cause the police politely causing atrocities

High velocity, keeping my bank full of broccoli

Buying all of your property until I have monopoly

Word !

Fathom that, how we get back to self-righteousness

Writing this made me realize we’re blind, sightless

As we walk through life, lifeless

Sitting in dark, lightless

We need to fight this

Greed is turning us all Midas