Our Way, the Way - Akala, Ayanna Witter-Johnson

How do we, how do we find our way?

How do we, how do we find our way?

Talk fights wars

Silence is never to blame

Talk’s forever changing

Silence is always the same

Talk likes to play

But silence is not a game

Talk only confuses

Silence only explains

So they talk

And talk and talk and talk a lot

But behind their talk is not

Any action

That goes with the rhetoric

Its bullshit even if you ain’t smelling it

The word is the word

Even if you’re misspelling it

If there’s a heaven

There’s a hell in it

If it exists, they’re selling it

Got no riches?

then tenements

Is where you live, with relatives

That’s just good biz, development

Selling a wedding a funeral, sell

The ugly the beautiful and the unusual, sell

A life, a death, a dress an adress

Or a desk or a pound of flesh

All is acceptable, not regrettable

When we make a person a decimal

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Would it be better to mime lyrical

Im just giving you my individual

Spin on the things that ive seen in the physical

I wanna know

How do we, how do we find our way?

When they have, so many things to say

How do we, how do we find our way?

When they have, so many things to say

Talk is the fool

Silence is always the wise

Talk is the rule

Silence is only a guide

Talk is the tool

But silence is in the mind

Talkings mostly the cruel

Silence is mostly the kind

See they say so many things

But then they clip so many wings

Cos all they really wanna do is win

And they dont want anyone against

They try to dismiss our right to resist

Or to fight with the fist you gotta be joking

Writing a diss, or reciting a myth, or lighting a spliff

You must be toking or

Punch drunk off power abused, used

In the only way that it has been

Ever since any time that I can tell

Maybe its nature we’re battling

The propaganda;

new form of

The hunters trap that’s left for the prey

But these predators will only

Get fed from filling our heads

With the words that they say

More or less, you are more or less

If you have more or you can guess the rest

The story is an old one

In my time on this earth I have told some

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Would it be better to mime lyrical

Im just giving you my individual

Spin on the things that ive seen in the physical

I wanna know

They say so much, so much they say dont they?

They say so much, so much they say dont they?

They say so much, so much they say dont they?

They say so much, so much they say dont they?

A word only defines another word

So tell me whats in a name?

Does the word blood, really tell you

What it is that flows in my veins?

May sound odd

That a poet would try to persuade you

The words you relate to

Are nothing compared to the nothing that happens when nothing

They say do they do

I suppose what I mean is this

If i really had peace of mind

I probably wouldn’t speak that much

And I probably would not write these rhymes

How do we, how do we find our way?

When they have, so many things to say

How do we, how do we find our way?

When they have, so many things to say

So many things to say

So many things to say

So many things to say

So many things to say