Cyne - Pretty Black Future lyrics

[Verse 1: Akin] Check it out. Call him “Lil' Black Tarzan” Swing boy, sing not "Mommy" but "Amen" Hurry up, dress up, clean shirt, go bu*ton up. ShowTime. Wait, shine your shoe off Bring it back. God don't love nappy hair My sh** broke the pick, though. Mama, I ain't happy here See, I be in the zone and can't remember quotes To Paul, David, and Matthew. I just woke Right before the missionary came To target my back for visionary gain You see, I was missing when they came The snake in the gra** root hissing at a dame like Everybody wanna talk my blues. Can't Walk my shoes, my pretty black future Got grey and I bottle up hate, say “Jesús new to the game. Y ou loser” [Verse 2: Cise Star] Oh yeah I rock Circas, but no, I ain't no skater I see you cop Jordans but no, you ain't no player (nah) For me and what I do is mine, define major Never was a thug, but hon, I stay laser Dabble in some good rock—yes, I love hip hop For each to his own—I zone to where the beat stop Yes, I am a black man living within a white world I got my education, but no, don't date no white girls Never said I wouldn't, but only for right reasons Easy to get caught up and then it's hunting season Get you in a setup and trying to take your freedom Ass ain't getting me down—gimme Lakisha Pretty Black Future—winners are called losers But we still striving against those who use us We still define ourselves by our abusers Quit doing that sh**—we'll reach heaven sooner [Verse 3: Akin] Yeah. My money, my plight, my fight, my life, my mics, my sh**, my future My money, my plight, my fight, my rights—take that from me and I'll shoot ya Yeah. And paint a pretty black tomorrow With fear and a chokehold, move immortal Hurry up—no huddle My team first-down-bound—no time to cuddle (uh uh) Yeah. So it's goodbye to love now Hello, mean-mug frown—this is how we get down Yeah. So it's goodbye to love now Hello, mean-mug frown—this is how we get down [Bridge: Akin] So how does it feel to be one of the beautiful? How does it feel to be one of the beautiful? [Verse 4: Cise Star and Akin] [Cise Star] So, uh, Jesse Jackson we need some real action Let's move these buffoons—f** the jive turkey taxes [Akin] I say it. Yo. Yes freedom. Yes land No warmonger president—feed Sudan [Cise Star] And yes, we speak change but don't do a damn thing Everyday be the same—bullsh** still remains [Akin] Remain my name—be not Marco Polo Discover new water. True I'm Marcus—I flow though [Cise Star] Eh. Uh. I do it for the pretty black Yeah, sir. I do it for the future Uh. Yeah. I do it for the pretty black Come on. Yeah. I do it for the future