Akala - Sixteen 16's | EP9 lyrics

[Akala : Verse 1] 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 cla** 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