(Verse 1: Akin) Since my youth I’ve commenced and vibed with the truth Inside I was intense youth was innocent I bless with my moms arms caress from forms of harm Yes we born to progress I hardly can recall Partly from withdrawal trauma Partly from the scum but my mama she pardoned me To see her angel take form regardless Entangled in divided states The storm of retarded hits the hardest Conformed and separated in states they parted on color lines My mother shine listen She cultured me to be divine I’m here to be sincere in time I’ll disappear that’s fine Long as wrong has been declined and the unjust Crushed injustice rush this just us So we fight on the slave ship from all that slave shit United leave this bitch Seen as you please I bring my ease to this shit Please believe this moment they don’t want it Cause we joining its an omen Long as we lust women Foaming in the dust Zone independent we adjust to this unjustice Sinning of recessive cloning aggressive killer Dollar bill father of all falls All divides choose sides we trying to change tides We gain strides we aim high This ain’t about bling god This ain’t about bling god This ain’t about bling god It’s about redemption Birth acceptance disturbed great Hurt hate break we are are are African Prototypes (Verse 2: Akin) Superstar boom bap rhyme fiend misfit Dark child schoolboy write life spit sick Succumbing to world like boy does a girl yo Can’t live with or without this feel of Solitude's shrug no love see they laughed when I finally spoke So mom I need a hug Squeeze me and tell me I'm beautiful Don’t put me in a class with people that’s cruel to A brown skinned immigrant I really can’t take it "Yo I heard in Africa they run around naked" "Nah nigga fuck you" how can I coexist with ignorant Assholes taught by a system acknowledging hatred and bush manifesto That was like 89 its hard to forget those days In the classroom I’m writing down poetry Words on a paper to escape pain close to me is Stress and he understands the truth in the gospel Believing in Jesus not fuck apostles I'm voice in a crowd young, black, and proud Redemption caught in the momentary bliss Cause the monetary world got a nigga balling fists Prototypes African Prototypes