Akala - Find No Enemy

Senor Chang 01 nov 2012

The only way we can ever change anything Is to look in the mirror and find no enemy.

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BerichtGeplaatst: do 01 nov 2012 11:10:40 
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 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 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 racist, to educate is to draw out
What is within are we not all not 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 a 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 my self 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 have 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 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
Call it black radio don't make laugh
So is black music all about tits and arse?
You don't represent nothing your 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 socked 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

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