Lyrics: Cyne. First Person.

Interlude

Yo, God, you eva wonda what the fuck ya purpose is out here man, whatchyou put on this earth for?
HERE? WE GO AGAIN
Nah, for real man

Verse 1

I was a child of the 80s, growin up in the 90s
A small black child of power you couldn't find me
Because I shyly, would hide away from the faces
They used to look me in the face, "Baby you'll make it"
And told me to stand strong, because you're gonna be
Gone beyond the darkest sunshine hard
A new day
So I pray I'm gonn make em right I fight for life and make sure my lifes right
I stand strong on my own two
SO what you gonna do? I hold you
In the web of my speech and mold you
Into my past? cuz this verse is a looking glass
Silk till past the evil, inserve my people
Forever...

Hook
To this night a child is born
A lone star commin out of the sky to lead the wise men
Come again? Tell me the truth, I wanna listen,
A heavy burden I carry for my people to live

Verse 2

Losin my mind one piece at a time
Rewind? events in my life and I find
The hardships outnumber the good times
Still I stand tall and hold my head high
Leave the scenes; maybe things get better
But know they never did it I'm back to wear I started
Smoking packs a day and acting like alcoholics
No money in my wallet and feelin really retarded Fuck the bullshit so I hit the school shit
Got the degree and made these other motherfuckers see I am who I am
I stand tall like God, worked hard, [erected to some?], my name is Cise Starr
You wanna talk about, then you wanna be me now?
Fell outta the sky and rose outa the ground?
A new man, new plan so Goddamn
I got fans, they float to Ja-pan

Hook

To this night a child is born
A lone star commin out of the sky to lead the wise men
Come again? Tell me the truth, I wanna listen,
A heavy burden I carry for my people to live

Verse 3
Momma died so i had to get my homework done
i couldn't sit around and be a bitch and not do shit
worked hard for everything that you see that i got you
motherfuckers gettin mad once you walking the block
when i'll be lovin my chop writing my rhymes
got a call from the king and we formed the group CYNE
now look at this now , a short time later
we devastating the area showin the local haters we are
not just a trace untill we boss, 2 niggas right here for the 'cause'
cyse star survived the fine universal bitch!
i hurt you if you ever call us commercial
we thirsty....

(background)
educated gifted, my shrine trough out my ignorace

(Thanks to Farouchette for these lyrics)