Akala - Sixteen 16's | EP9 lyrics

This love is a drug
The way it affects the run of your blood
Never to snub
But always eventually they do succumb
Overrun, by thoughts that make
You withering on
Your own mum or anyone who has
A slip of the tongue
And there’s the question
While you’re collecting tremendous sums
While people are living in simplest
Villages even the wickedest slums
Despite all the image and acting so
Innocent all of the pillaging’s done
So you relax not knowing the facts
Of how it actually come
What’s next will power lose the
Head on it’s neck?
And will the one that comes after
Be like a master grafter?
Or more disaster cos history’s not
A class in laughter?
But yesterday is not tomorrow so why
Do I trouble to answer
I ain't sure if any war
Was fought for the poor
Any persons working with a motive
That is totally pure what I do know is the
Powerful won't hand it over
You gotta take it but nature
Might make you even colder