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cyne - midas (live @ common grounds, february 2nd, 2003) lyrics

[intro]
the man with the midas touch

[verse 1]
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

[hook] [x2]
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

[verse 2]
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 h-ll and hate righteous
curse and spit slant their eyes
and yo, f-ck this existence !
where n-body 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
n-gg- we’re deep
and losing sleep well earned from 400 years
of blood, sweat and tears
deferred dreams and fears

[verse 3]
f-ck the k!lling !
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 ? h-ll yeah n-gg-, we did it !
the cyne rip it, war commited
walk it and live it
talk it and sh-t 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 !

- cyne lyrics

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