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cyne - self exam lyrics

[intro: akin]
yeah, yeah. yeah, yeah. “self exam.” check it out, y’all. life story like this. check it

[verse 1: akin]
i was born at the end of the disco era when
the b-boy was the life of the party
then in [?] benin republic, west africa
i started out ‘til eight years old—then we bought it out
looking for a job abroad, daddy found one
he was intellectual and mamma was too
a match made in heaven or the curse of voodoo?
well, we got situated in the sunshine state
‘cause i was adapting to change and tryna -ssimilate
thoughts ran through my head. kids couldn’t relate (why?)
‘cause i got [aches?] on my fingers and my dinner was late
yo, i had no toys, was forced to be creative
i wrote scripts with sticks, pretending they were people
made a movie called war. went and made a sequel
my parents were traditional—they loved discipline
my sisters were good, but i was bad at listening

[hook: akin]
knock, knock. who’s there?
is it my childhood unraveling? nah, it’s my adolescence babbling
i guess i better let him in
h-llo drugs, family, god, depression, and music

[verse 2: akin]
coming of age in the mid-90s. that was me
poetic juvenile into hip hop—an emcee
perfecting my craft of when days were darker than [shaft’s?]
black, leather jacket. i sat and weathered the wrath
with some paper and a pen, my thoughts my medicine like
“i’mma be [?], so f-ck excedrin”
yo, mom and dad arguing. that sh-t is old
a battle of words—the nerds may win [?]
guess that love was lost and war found a home ‘cause
mom had the couch and dad slept alone
not naïve to the fact—i was well aware
that the bond that was love was no longer there
that sh-t ran with the wind and [?] turned to sand and
they got divorced and i was caught between
a tug of war. the legal system at the door like
“did your daddy beat you and who do you love more?

[hook: akin]
so, knock, knock. who’s there?
is it my adolescence unraveling? nah, it’s my manhood babbling
i guess i better let him in
h-llo past, present, future, life, and understanding

[verse 3: akin]
accepting manhood is a challenge i’m willing to face
take your time. said, “mom, i’m willing to pace
myself ‘cause i gotta be twice the man that my father was [?]”
i gotta make it whether slaying crack from 9-to-5
releasing stress over beats just to stay alive
it’s all a hustle—nowadays, i just maintain
and let the good times roll, then embrace change
i’m kind of glad that i made it up thus far
see, knowledge of self is bigger than a rock star
now, understand the wisdom here
and let speck drop the beat—sh-t is crystal-clear
we let ‘em know that

[hook: akin] (x2)
knock, knock. who’s there?
with those, my thoughts unraveling—yeah, that was akin babbling
i guess y’all better let him in
h-llo world, family, music, life, and understanding

- cyne lyrics

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