Cyne - Tragic

it's funny your nature revolves around money
I wake up in the morning thank God my sky is sunny
every day is blessed
with or without stress
I refrain from being brain numb for smokin' cess
I escape the West
somebody died
October 1st
my grandmother spoke to me now I control the worst
I got a bolder verse
I'm sick about it then
I'm travellin' beyond this
Who wants this revolutionary conquest
I bless, my channel stay live
and we spark madism
people no joke
my song strong like a soul folk
why you go broke?
hold your ice
the rap poltergeist here to bring colder nights
people wake up
slayed rappers in the industry need to wake up

(x2)
we organize, strategize for a better day
scribe a masterpiece, tryin' to find a better pay
it's tragic, people gang bang beretta way
but me and mine, the Cyne we find a better way

I abuse words to vocalize
my life's trife but I mobalize
like 12 knights of Camelot
yo, my deep scars
weak stars
flee to Mars
then can't cope
I stay afload
like my name is Elian's tote
which I respect though
I'm far from the every day
these rap cats out to find dope in every way
I'm hot and raw
I'm too professional
I'm like canvas
I knock 'em all
yo, why brawl when I'm already king
that's not logic
I'd rather maintain
I spit flame for profit
I lust war
so of course I'm all in it
I'm not Master P, but a soldier with no limit
my soul's tined
so why am I make sure the beast can't see your king
when it's time for the war
look I'm the worst
I curse your verse that made your star burst
caution is first when I spit and rehearse

(x2)
we organize, strategize for a better day
scribe a masterpiece, tryin' to find a better pay
it's tragic, people gang bang beretta way
but me and mine, the Cyne we find a better way