The Dance - CYNE

Life in the air.

Embrace sobriety

Me reborn, now face society

You know—light bills and emotions

New nigga, new day—going through the motions

(Float) I’m Elian when I spit that

«Boombox Pimp» shit meet Transatlantic rap

Hop—skip or jump to the future.

Now

We’re still stuck in Time Being’s, Fight Evolution-bound

(Land) Come down—went too high

Broke trophy wife on the shelf sing true lies

(Listen, listen) Now ain’t the time for it

You be on my dick when the press give me crown for it

(Yes) Or maybe when I get a fast car

Only if she knew that my aim’s not to be a…

I shot my ego a while back

Pronounced dead on the scene—now a nigga write facts (Repeat)

I shot my ego a while back

Pronounced dead on the scene—now a nigga write facts

And y’all indulge and swallow it

Lint in my gap pocket—yet, I got a following

Wide-eyed imagination

Real-time nirvana like mic-stand-adjacent

Wide-eyed imagination

Real-time nirvana like mic-stand-adjacent like

Like to free speech when you wanna

Throw self in the wind with a thug prima donna

Dance 'cause we both share the same stage

Monkey in your state zoo locked by a gold chain

Break.

A getaway or runaway from

My beloved city.

Grown old, but I stay young

And fresh.

Radiant in the moonlight

My old school with Disco Rick and Magic Mike

Your mama’s on crack rock.

Remember them dogs

Now we hail the snowman that’s melting in fog

It’s crazy.

I still love her—hugs when I see her

She gave me power to tower Christ, the redeemer

Not in Rio.

But, for real.

Wanna build

Something more than rhymes—then words turn to real

Let words turn to real

So you can see the many me

Diaspora—how can it be?

Life, death, sanity

Kennedy—that magic bullet ended he

Can it be?

Shit was meant to be

Surrounded by automatons

Watching life flicker like a movie screen, who am I to ever judge?

Living life to the fullest

Maybe it’s all just illusion—real truth in projectors

Will money make my life better?

Fuck the cliché rags to riches—real hurt brings hard stitches

Things never change, son

So I’m gonna change how I live my life, shine like a full moon

People hear the shine as it cuts through the full view

Everybody wants to be a movie star

But is it possible?

Is it probable?

To prove you exist is to have an observer

If nobody wants to hear you

Do you change your tune to something that they consider worthy?

And if you do, are you still you

Or out of tune, fabricated to the point you a synthesizer

Fuck the truth—I wanted inner peace

Because the truth is objective—depends on who you ask

So I’mma live by my inner code

And pray to God that I make it home

Pay it forward (Pay it forward)

I’m gonna walk on my chosen path

And let the world kiss my black ass

Do you see it?

(Do you see it?)

Heal the earth and let the children grow

So maybe, one day, we’ll all know

God is love (God is love)