| 歌曲 | Rousseau |
| 歌手 | Cyne |
| 专辑 | Evolution Fight |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Clyde Graham |
| [00:01.00] | 作曲 : Michael Gersten/David Newell/Clyde Graham |
| [00:14.61][Verse 1: Akin] | |
| [00:15.03] | The chimp in the jungle, I like to gather in wisdom in bundles |
| [00:18.09] | My arms swing from the branches of life, I write humble |
| [00:21.42] | My notes are crumbled, my hopes are fumbled |
| [00:23.82] | Can't drop it, a ghost among you folk that stumbled ‘cross logic |
| [00:27.87] | I'm definite, like change. I strain with rewards while |
| [00:31.14] | Speck and, Enoch start banging on boards |
| [00:33.93] | Daily routines like fiends that's stuck on the crack pipe |
| [00:37.32] | I rhyme over feedback, dare mics not to act right |
| [00:40.41] | The emcee, and see y'all just tempt me with |
| [00:43.56] | All ya propaganda, ya souls are empty |
| [00:46.44] | I was born free, now I stay confined, in this day of time |
| [00:49.86] | A slave to the ways of the world, although I'm not blind |
| [00:52.86] | Machine gotta, hold on ya blue jean products |
| [00:55.86] | Whether you white or black, rich, or poverty's product |
| [00:58.89] | It's a known fact, sorta like forty acres they owe blacks |
| [01:02.34] | I might, hitch hike on hope's road and never go back |
| [01:04.92][Verse 2: Rico Suave] | |
| [01:05.43] | I was born free, but now I'm like a slave to society |
| [01:08.31] | Can't get a license without consent to field sobriety |
| [01:11.70] | If you have a plan, they say life will flow beautifully |
| [01:14.85] | I need tech support like Vanilla Sky |
| [01:17.10] | ‘Cause someone lied to me, told me shit was cool |
| [01:20.46] | I made good grades, but damn, then got kicked outta school |
| [01:23.73] | It doesn't matter, my computer doesn't read the data |
| [01:26.88] | Even if you're smart, your life still can get shattered |
| [01:30.15] | Into little pieces, this is my thesis |
| [01:33.30] | Just ‘cause I raised BB in the belly of the beasts |
| [01:36.42] | My people died in vain, the pain is on my brain |
| [01:39.48] | And how can I get by when held by this mental strain? |
| [01:42.69] | I just don't understand, I be's a grown ass man |
| [01:45.69] | But every time I see the cops they make me lift my hands |
| [01:48.87] | So they can pat me down, and I just don't see how |
| [01:51.87] | I played by they rules but they still treat me foul |
| [01:55.29] | Damn! |
| [01:55.50][Verse 3: Cise Star] | |
| [02:07.92] | So what is this I'm living, day in and day out earning |
| [02:10.95] | My soul I hope to spend it, it's the petty change I'm getting’ |
| [02:14.34] | Back through transactions, money limits my actions |
| [02:17.40] | I try to raise up but—(damn, damn) |
| [02:20.49] | Trying to move I struggle, moving through hurt's trouble |
| [02:23.43] | Bumping my head against the ceiling—I ain't even stumble |
| [02:26.61] | My eyes are black and blue, rattle my shackles too |
| [02:29.73] | I try to remove 'em but damn |
| [02:32.94] | Sounds like that I'm in jail, but really I'm in hell |
| [02:35.97] | The space between my two ears became my private cell |
| [02:39.06] | Ready and willing, able, anything justice stable |
| [02:42.30] | They just cut off my cable! |
| [02:45.30] | No food up in the kitchen, but I got dirty dishes |
| [02:48.51] | Does that make any sense? |
| [02:51.54] | My life ain't ever easy, my girlfriend's gonna leave me |
| [02:54.75] | Who scratched my Nas CD? |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Clyde Graham |
| [00:01.00] | zuò qǔ : Michael Gersten David Newell Clyde Graham |
| [00:14.61][Verse 1: Akin] | |
| [00:15.03] | The chimp in the jungle, I like to gather in wisdom in bundles |
| [00:18.09] | My arms swing from the branches of life, I write humble |
| [00:21.42] | My notes are crumbled, my hopes are fumbled |
| [00:23.82] | Can' t drop it, a ghost among you folk that stumbled ' cross logic |
| [00:27.87] | I' m definite, like change. I strain with rewards while |
| [00:31.14] | Speck and, Enoch start banging on boards |
| [00:33.93] | Daily routines like fiends that' s stuck on the crack pipe |
| [00:37.32] | I rhyme over feedback, dare mics not to act right |
| [00:40.41] | The emcee, and see y' all just tempt me with |
| [00:43.56] | All ya propaganda, ya souls are empty |
| [00:46.44] | I was born free, now I stay confined, in this day of time |
| [00:49.86] | A slave to the ways of the world, although I' m not blind |
| [00:52.86] | Machine gotta, hold on ya blue jean products |
| [00:55.86] | Whether you white or black, rich, or poverty' s product |
| [00:58.89] | It' s a known fact, sorta like forty acres they owe blacks |
| [01:02.34] | I might, hitch hike on hope' s road and never go back |
| [01:04.92][Verse 2: Rico Suave] | |
| [01:05.43] | I was born free, but now I' m like a slave to society |
| [01:08.31] | Can' t get a license without consent to field sobriety |
| [01:11.70] | If you have a plan, they say life will flow beautifully |
| [01:14.85] | I need tech support like Vanilla Sky |
| [01:17.10] | ' Cause someone lied to me, told me shit was cool |
| [01:20.46] | I made good grades, but damn, then got kicked outta school |
| [01:23.73] | It doesn' t matter, my computer doesn' t read the data |
| [01:26.88] | Even if you' re smart, your life still can get shattered |
| [01:30.15] | Into little pieces, this is my thesis |
| [01:33.30] | Just ' cause I raised BB in the belly of the beasts |
| [01:36.42] | My people died in vain, the pain is on my brain |
| [01:39.48] | And how can I get by when held by this mental strain? |
| [01:42.69] | I just don' t understand, I be' s a grown ass man |
| [01:45.69] | But every time I see the cops they make me lift my hands |
| [01:48.87] | So they can pat me down, and I just don' t see how |
| [01:51.87] | I played by they rules but they still treat me foul |
| [01:55.29] | Damn! |
| [01:55.50][Verse 3: Cise Star] | |
| [02:07.92] | So what is this I' m living, day in and day out earning |
| [02:10.95] | My soul I hope to spend it, it' s the petty change I' m getting' |
| [02:14.34] | Back through transactions, money limits my actions |
| [02:17.40] | I try to raise up but damn, damn |
| [02:20.49] | Trying to move I struggle, moving through hurt' s trouble |
| [02:23.43] | Bumping my head against the ceiling I ain' t even stumble |
| [02:26.61] | My eyes are black and blue, rattle my shackles too |
| [02:29.73] | I try to remove ' em but damn |
| [02:32.94] | Sounds like that I' m in jail, but really I' m in hell |
| [02:35.97] | The space between my two ears became my private cell |
| [02:39.06] | Ready and willing, able, anything justice stable |
| [02:42.30] | They just cut off my cable! |
| [02:45.30] | No food up in the kitchen, but I got dirty dishes |
| [02:48.51] | Does that make any sense? |
| [02:51.54] | My life ain' t ever easy, my girlfriend' s gonna leave me |
| [02:54.75] | Who scratched my Nas CD? |