IN THE SANDS ft. Simba Andrews Lyrics

In the sands, In the sands

Knowledge, in the sands

In the Sands

Hidden in the sands

Written in the hands

Living in the land

King will lead man

Think we need a plan

Didn't leave the clan

Spirit feed the fam

Need to be fan

Got the internet, Above the intellect

Gotta see the Tech, they shot us in sec'

Knowledge in the sense

Child is innocent

Never seen a lot pride and ignorance

Got me using what my brain know

Common views and other angles

'Lotta News, A lotta Info

How we lose a lotta M's bro(Money)

Still we live in a Box

We sleeping in socks

We bleed and it Clot

We should leaving the rock

And reading A lot

Can I tell you (I can tell you uh uh)

(I can tell you, I can tell you)

I can tell you all about the pyramids

I can tell you about the mirror man

And appearance and the pilgrims

And the spirited drop a few gems

How the oppressor would come up with new names

How they sold us out for some lose change

How they ran up on us and they use chains

To infuse pain, now they pull strings (yeah, uh)

How they be hunting us back in the land

How they be wanting us stuck in the trans

How they be wanting to be block every chance

But I'm 'bouta man black on man

So I stay black in apartheid

I don't follow suit, never black ties

We just capsize, in a shallow pool getting baptized

Why they pack lies, Why they always see us as the bad the guys

They gotta have sides

Til it backslides for the black lives

Everywhere we go

We just want our lives to be acceptable

All the way from Africa to Mehico

We don't wanna fight, So we just let it go

But y'all won't let it go

The sun is setting slow

We can all believe in something magical

It ain't about the money or the buried gold

Easy with hate, we feel inferior

But Love the only key and that's the Serial

Yeah

Love and hate are not two sides of a coin rather a process

Love runs strong and grotesque At its inception

Hate is the fruit of love

You either grow to love or love to hate

Humanity strives for perfection that's impossible to attain

Hope is a poison, the bane of our futile existence

Snakes love grass for they feed on those that feed off the weeds

Like Blood red to love is to bleed