Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Find No Enemy, artist - Akala. Album song 10 Years of Akala, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Illa State
Song language: English
Find No Enemy |
Apparently I’m second generation black Caribbean |
And half white Scottish whatever that means |
See lately I feel confused with the boxes |
Cause to me all they do is breed conflict |
It’s not that I’ve lost touch with the reality |
Racism, sexism and nationality |
Just to me it all seems like insanity |
Why must I rob you of your humanity |
To feel good about mine? |
It’s all about crime |
Dehumanizing is how I justify it |
So I must keep on lying about the history of Africa |
So I can live the with massacres |
And repeat my mantra of Muslim and terrorist |
So I can sleep at night as bombs take flight |
Eyes open wide but I’m blind to the sight |
Too busy chasing the perfect life |
And the working class keep them uneducated |
Truly educated men could never be a racist |
To educate is to draw out what is within |
Are we not all the same under the skin? |
I got a heart like yours that pumps blood and oxygen |
And insecurities are a whole lot of them I’m scared like you deep down |
I really do care that world is not fair like you |
But I don’t even believe my own prayers like you |
Chasing career going nowhere like you |
Lost in a fog of my own insecurities |
I hold myself up as an image of purity |
And I judge everybody else |
By the color of their skin or the size of their wealth |
But it’s not good for my health |
As the only one I ever really judge is myself |
The oppressor must suffer like the oppressed |
Though I pretend I’m in control of this mess |
By inflating my ego, puffing my chest |
I see my weakness, and need to show strength |
Or what we think strong is because if we’re honest? |
True strength is the strength to be honest |
And if I’m honest I am just tired |
If I’m honest I am just tired |
Tired of everyday filling up my car and knowing that |
I’m paying for the bombs in Iraq |
Tired of pretending like it don’t hurt my heart |
Of wanting change but not knowing where to start |
Tired of listening to all the conditioning |
And all the forms they got me filling in |
Next time you see what is a thug and despise him |
Please know I was just like him |
Cause I was like eight the first time I saw crack |
Same time I first smoked weed choking on blowbacks |
First time I saw knifes penetrate flesh |
It was meat cleavers to the back of the head |
As I grew and teenage years passed |
Many more knifes pierced and the shots blast |
And I not saying I had the worst upbringing |
But there’s a million young men just like me in prison |
We complain about racism and elevate clowns |
With their trousers down swinging their dicks round |
Maybe that is not quite literal |
But everything they do is just as stereotypical |
To my real fans I feel your pain |
And I get the messages, but don’t complain |
That we ain’t got more fame for paying our part |
They can keep the charts all I want is your hearts |
They can keep the charts all I want is your hearts |
They can keep the charts all I want is your hearts |
Calling it black radio, don’t make laugh |
So is black music all about tits and arse? |
You don’t represent nothing, you’re just pretending |
When was the last time you ever played Hendrix? |
Or Miles Davis or John Coltrane? |
Or Ella Fitzgerald or Billie Holiday? |
We can call it urban to me that’s cool |
If urban means street, that includes jazz too |
And rock for that matter |
Go ask Mick Jagger or Jimmy Page what they were listening to — the blues |
Not discrediting, love Zeppelin too, just giving credit where credit is due |
That blood soaked word rappers still use |
All it really shows is that we still self abuse |
That was the word that was used to kill Kelso Cochrane and Emmett Till |
That was the word that the conscience eased |
And made people pleased to hung you from trees |
That was the word that let the whips crack |
No matter what you say you can’t take it back |
And I can say their black so I feel their pain easier |
But 1915 look at Armenia |
If the whole world is human stupidity |
Though we choke ourselves to death quite literally |
And I can talk with my comfortable mouth |
With my comfortable clothes and my comfortable house |
The tables will turn, we can but stall them |
Every empire on this earth has fallen |
So unless we can find another way |
Maybe not today, but it will come one day |
It may sound like I’m bitter but in fact truth be told I am quite the opposite |
I wake everyday and am overwhelmed |
Just to be alive and be like no one else |
And the sheer weight of the thought of space |
Is enough to keep my little ego in place |
All that we chase and try to replace, all along it was right in our face |
The only way we can ever change anything |
Is to look in the mirror and find no enemy |
The only way we can ever change anything |
Look in the mirror and find no enemy |