From the recordings Tyrine the Artist Presents: Dakarai Spiritual Chronicles and Our Life
Lyrics
We’re unsaved, and can’t be played, but still we’re paid, minimum wage
The power to earn lies in utilizing what we learn, as our bodies yearn for that abundant money to burn
We living foul, I wonder how, could we be proud, the here and now
From slaves we came, but the locks and chains still remain
Some things stay the same, rearranged its our life that could change
I calculate the sum, To break it down like a machine gun
Who wants to fall behind like Re-run, there’s no ample reason
We’d all be great if our sins lay dormant with our wins enormous
We Hit the corners ignoring the words that attempts to warn us
No on will get it for us
Food, clothing, and shelter depends upon it
Inviting the darkness to descend upon us
Our minds will lift the tonnage of families and friends that plummet
This is a dedication to life and all my mens that want it
Our past is rummage forgive who done it yo its time for turning
The tables we are capable to be the ones who run it
I wanna confront fear before my eyes start the shedding of one tear
Through imagination travel to where the sun lives
I wanna give my wife my rib and all my future kids
Teach’em the minds uses and what could be produced with it
Introduce them to life with access to the tools for it
So they could walk around in their own shoes though they may loosely fit
Because we are the illegitimate citizens
Working two jobs that don’t provide benefits
Everyday threatening to quit
Yo that was my life, but we got something much higher to reach for
Because we’re raised without fathers in our homes, watch our mothers work to the bone
Make promises of better lives when full grown and on our own
The lower class is rubbed in our face cortisone, but this can be overthrown
Black mothers is the cornerstone
Strictly wisdom and her strength that kept us holding on, we could chase bread till it gets old and the mold is growing on
God is directing me I feel it in my chromosones, its like being raised from broken bones
That’s why I know its on
We complain about life at work in the home and so on, but when death is calling you can you say wait hold the phone
Steadily stressing and second guessing like its our profession, accepting no suggestions less its TV’S subliminal message
Circumstances theres no outcome for the untested, its cool to lie if you properly dress it, yo check it
My presence here is a bonus, I could see my past and present moments
Although my eyes received the diagnosis kerataconus

