Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One More Breath, artist - Akala. Album song The Thieves Banquet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.05.2013
Record label: Illa State
Song language: English
One More Breath |
| What is this thing I see |
| This silly little thing called me |
| This skin, this hair, this flesh |
| This brain, this pain, this mess |
| What’s life? |
| A game that we just play with two plain dice? |
| When the shell dies, does the soul fly? |
| Hellfire, does the flame fry? |
| Is this the audition, brief intermission for something much grander |
| Get a bigger piece of pie, great show in the sky |
| Or is that just propaganda? |
| That they telling me, selling me sold with evidence |
| But intelligence, slowers development |
| We that think that we know we are not reverent |
| But we don’t even yet know if we’re relevant |
| One more pause, one more breath |
| One more pause, one more breath |
| Is this all that there is |
| If it is, I wish I could give |
| One more pause, one more breath |
| We could never know, if we’re ever next |
| Everytime I think I know, I stop and ask myself |
| What is this thing I see |
| This silly little thing called we |
| This brain, this pain, this flesh |
| These trains, these planes, what’s next? |
| Yes, we’re gonna beget technology |
| But the majority, escaping poverty |
| No, I don’t think that we can |
| Cause we still think that we got the plan and |
| By judging a man by just what’s in his hands |
| Or his land, or his tan and just cause we can |
| Pause, take a breath |
| Realise that none of us know what is next |
| See your code of address or the code of your dress |
| We all still use that same hole for our breath |
| Playing the game but there’s never a Ref |
| And you can’t take it with you if ever you left |
| What is this thing I see |
| Who could ever know, what we’re gonna be |
| Are we elevating our meditation |
| Not detonating through self-preservation |
| Generation television’s raising |
| Yet we’re complaining about how they’re behaving |
| Washing our hands or just bathing with satan |
| Yet with all that said, that’s just what you make it |
| Pause, take what is naturally given |
| Because actually there is no tax on our living |
| It’s a fact though it’s naturally hidden |
| Like I’m just an actual assassin on riddem |
| The adrenaline, we’re rememberin' |
| Our December is cold as it’s ever been |
| Fighting our best, but the victory we revel in |
| Fighting our brethren, how could we ever win? |