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Akala is a British rapper, poet, and political activist. He is known for his powerful and thought-provoking lyrics that often touch upon social and political issues. Akala has gained recognition for his unique blend of hip-hop, grime, reggae, and spoken word. more »

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Can I take you back for a minute
It's not just lyrics
I live it I'm spillin my spirit
On the beat like streets cold as blizzards
Late night drownin' my sorrow in
A bottle of spirit's was a sweet child
That characters missing No trace
Now it's bora in coat and screw face
Colder, soldier, angry young male
Don't ask how, you already know the tale
Never lived with my father
Nasty break up with my mum and her partner
And of course, times was harder
Moms did her best with the
Strength she could muster
But she so stressed it was
Us that would suffer
Plus school teachers hate me
Say that I'm feisty
Play all kinda mind games to try break me
Helped turn a innocent kid
Into a ignorant pig
F*ck em anyway, I still got straight A's

Winter was real, no gas
I went to bed in full clothing
Back when my world was closing
In and mom was sick
I can't explain the pain when the news came
Sorta like the blizzard that
Came after the rain
My mind was a prison, I visioned the worst
Ran home from school
Wanted to get there first
Didn't want either of my sisters
To find what I pictured
Moms was too strong, she just soldiered on
Dad, I ain't mad
Don't think I don't understand
But I still had to learn how to be a man
Standing on my own two
Not the way you supposed to
Funny how the cycle repeats
Nobody showed you
Wouldn't believe I told you what
I had to go through
Pressure couldn't fold me
But turnt my heart cold G
What don't kill you make
You strong supposedly
That must be why nobody can hold me
Yeah I had a struggle
But really it's sugar-coated
When you think of all the
Millions barely living and hopeless
In the news Mother and child, bellies bloated
Put yourself in their shoes
Knowin' death is approaching
But it's not fate, it's bait
They were thrown in
The deep end of the endless ocean of mans sin
Politics, religion, man philosophize
Got technology and television
Still don't know why the worlds a
Weight on top of your shoulders
But we fold up
True we can't hold up them boulders
I been through the shit
But came out like roses
I'm blessed, don't ever think I don't notice
I know I got a path
But it's hard to stay focused
Specially on these roads
Where foes are like roaches
Foul and I crush em and I won't even notice
If I lose my way
I just want you to know this

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