Akala - Akala lyrics
[Akala - Akala lyrics]
Yo, OK, OK, yeah nice, OK listen
Where I'm from where I'm from
Listen
Where I'm from it's not presidents
I'm trying to see the queen
Different toilet same shit
They're fiending for the big cream
Scheming their dough to the ceiling
Till the no longer breathing
And they do shit to make us look heathen
The reason?
Born to a broken home, tears of my mother
Only those that know cos they've been
There through all the hunger
Others judge us and snub us they shouldn't
Growing up in my house
Don't think you could of
Mummy hustling, no one ever did us no favours
Except the neighbours
We used to borrow sugar and some toilet paper
Embarrassing when it's my turn to knock
But it's cool
What don't kill you only make you stronger
Know they say I'm conscious
My words are positive its not that
To me it's just the truth is obvious
And rather than talking bollocks about
Who I'd be clapping
I'd rather tell the truth
About what actually happened
You know every bodies killing five hundred
Man in the booth the roads are bad but
If as much man was dying in the
Streets as was dying in the booth
They'd be nobody left
Stop with dishonesty man
All my home-boys locked up
Everybody who's lost a family member
Keep your head up
Ain't' nothing sweet in the streets listen
Here in England now we got bloods and crips
I'm ashamed and embarrassed to have to admit
Our grandparents got chased cos
They were black now we kill each other for
Colours in the union jack shit
This is not the sates, no American dream
Just a British nightmare with a similar theme
Same scheme, same fiend
Same end to the dream
Same church, same hurt
Same mother that screams
With the only difference being
There's no opposites here
No Jigga no Simmons, no positives here
It is obvious we are not prospering here
What's horrible? I don't no
If it's possible here
Our grandparents came here invited
By our majesty
Tragically just to be treated like savages
No Blacks, No Irish and of course no dogs
And if it ain't' cleaning toilets
Then of course no jobs
With all the Teddy boys attacking
Us and calling us wogs
Boys in blue at it too
Apparently that's not on?
And here we are fifty years later
Nothings improved
Its like we've gone back a step
Like we chasing our roots
Here we are fifty years
Later nothings improved
We've gone back a step
But we ain't' chasing our roots
You know don't know where you come from
You don't no where your going
Teach the yout dem man
Value of self, Understand?
When your watching your TV
Learning your history book its not accurate
Teach the yout dem listen, listen, Because
Its just a bunch of lies
That we perpetuate ourself
Being from the hood is not
A definition of self
Circumstances don't define you
You define you my baby diamond shines so
Bright it'l blind you
That's why I'm everywhere
Fronting where rappers would never dare
No bodyguards
Trust me my people I'm never scared
Not cos I think I'm hard
Just that iv seen your vision
A million thugs in prison would
Die for my position
They get there so frequent
For various reasons
When we're told we ain't shit
We really believe it
Whether by another brother, a father
A mother the television, or the teachers
Police or the judges
Its covering the fear that they already no
You can only break a diamond with
A piece of the same stone
Where strong beyond measure
Ask your professor
How do you make a diamond?
A billion years of pressure
And a diamond is found where?
At first within the rough
So no matter where were at there's
A diamond inside of us
Forget repping the ends
What the ends do for you?
Your worth so much more, If only you Knew
You Know?
Hold your head
All this ends rah, rah, rah, nonsense
That's exactly what it is just nonsense
All these rappers on TV
Talking shit about how
Much they bust their strap and Yah, Yah, yah
You do not listen to them
Their talking nonsense
They live in big nice houses
They got security, and bodyguards
And people to take care of them
Its an illusion, you understand?
And all the bitches
And the chains and the neck
Lasses in the video its just bollocks man
That's nobody's reality
When did the hood become so sweet?
That's no hood iv ever been in
Understand? The hood I no is miserable
The hood I no everybody's trying
To get out of
So why are all these rappers dying to get
Back in it? And dying to be rude-boys?
When all the rude-boys are
Dying to be legitimate
So, Its just nonsense man, just be honest
Just be yourself
Where I'm from where I'm from
Listen
Where I'm from it's not presidents
I'm trying to see the queen
Different toilet same shit
They're fiending for the big cream
Scheming their dough to the ceiling
Till the no longer breathing
And they do shit to make us look heathen
The reason?
Born to a broken home, tears of my mother
Only those that know cos they've been
There through all the hunger
Others judge us and snub us they shouldn't
Growing up in my house
Don't think you could of
Mummy hustling, no one ever did us no favours
Except the neighbours
We used to borrow sugar and some toilet paper
Embarrassing when it's my turn to knock
But it's cool
What don't kill you only make you stronger
Know they say I'm conscious
My words are positive its not that
To me it's just the truth is obvious
And rather than talking bollocks about
Who I'd be clapping
I'd rather tell the truth
About what actually happened
You know every bodies killing five hundred
Man in the booth the roads are bad but
If as much man was dying in the
Streets as was dying in the booth
They'd be nobody left
Stop with dishonesty man
All my home-boys locked up
Everybody who's lost a family member
Keep your head up
Ain't' nothing sweet in the streets listen
Here in England now we got bloods and crips
I'm ashamed and embarrassed to have to admit
Our grandparents got chased cos
They were black now we kill each other for
Colours in the union jack shit
This is not the sates, no American dream
Just a British nightmare with a similar theme
Same scheme, same fiend
Same end to the dream
Same church, same hurt
Same mother that screams
With the only difference being
There's no opposites here
No Jigga no Simmons, no positives here
It is obvious we are not prospering here
What's horrible? I don't no
If it's possible here
Our grandparents came here invited
By our majesty
Tragically just to be treated like savages
No Blacks, No Irish and of course no dogs
And if it ain't' cleaning toilets
Then of course no jobs
With all the Teddy boys attacking
Us and calling us wogs
Boys in blue at it too
Apparently that's not on?
And here we are fifty years later
Nothings improved
Its like we've gone back a step
Like we chasing our roots
Here we are fifty years
Later nothings improved
We've gone back a step
But we ain't' chasing our roots
You know don't know where you come from
You don't no where your going
Teach the yout dem man
Value of self, Understand?
When your watching your TV
Learning your history book its not accurate
Teach the yout dem listen, listen, Because
Its just a bunch of lies
That we perpetuate ourself
Being from the hood is not
A definition of self
Circumstances don't define you
You define you my baby diamond shines so
Bright it'l blind you
That's why I'm everywhere
Fronting where rappers would never dare
No bodyguards
Trust me my people I'm never scared
Not cos I think I'm hard
Just that iv seen your vision
A million thugs in prison would
Die for my position
They get there so frequent
For various reasons
When we're told we ain't shit
We really believe it
Whether by another brother, a father
A mother the television, or the teachers
Police or the judges
Its covering the fear that they already no
You can only break a diamond with
A piece of the same stone
Where strong beyond measure
Ask your professor
How do you make a diamond?
A billion years of pressure
And a diamond is found where?
At first within the rough
So no matter where were at there's
A diamond inside of us
Forget repping the ends
What the ends do for you?
Your worth so much more, If only you Knew
You Know?
Hold your head
All this ends rah, rah, rah, nonsense
That's exactly what it is just nonsense
All these rappers on TV
Talking shit about how
Much they bust their strap and Yah, Yah, yah
You do not listen to them
Their talking nonsense
They live in big nice houses
They got security, and bodyguards
And people to take care of them
Its an illusion, you understand?
And all the bitches
And the chains and the neck
Lasses in the video its just bollocks man
That's nobody's reality
When did the hood become so sweet?
That's no hood iv ever been in
Understand? The hood I no is miserable
The hood I no everybody's trying
To get out of
So why are all these rappers dying to get
Back in it? And dying to be rude-boys?
When all the rude-boys are
Dying to be legitimate
So, Its just nonsense man, just be honest
Just be yourself