Akala - Let It All Happen lyrics

Existence is resistance in a world that Thinks the human instinct should be held back And all of our wisdom we we should sell that Destroy the difference that we all have And make use clones for the throne Serving their agendas Even when we think we oppose We're really their defenders Look at what is given to those Who chose for their repentance? To fold to the goddess of gold and be cold henchmen For stars spangled with banners That dangles cars as carrots Strangle Mars with cannons Mangle arms with malice And channel arms so callous And banish bards that challenge And challenge half the planet The great USA With a British dog on a leash We are the bringers of peace into the Middle of East You are invited to Feast On the tasty flesh of a beast It might be someone's seed But why worry there is no need We intravenously feed On dead carca**es Yeah they're starving 'cause They wanted to own their own wealth And they are not part of us Most of the time I think of myself And I can palm it off Sometimes I think of the world It gets me started off So so what do we do now Make ways that praise more than a few how? Their fake ways we k** it with a tool blaw Or go back to the way we've always done it Whatever we do there's always gonna be division Whatever we do there will always be a thieves' religion Whatever we do they're just gonna build another prison So let's just do nothing and let it all happen Whatever we do the universe just keeps on giving Whatever we do the Earth will always keep on spinning Whatever we knew we still won't understand beginnings So let's just do nothing and let it all happen Existence is resistance in a world that Thinks the human instinct should be held back And all of our wisdom we should sell that Destroy the difference that we all have Every freedom we believe we're receiving this evening But believing is deceiving When there's no meaning In not a syllable However how lyrical Spouted from the mouths of a clout Devout criminals Hegemony is as old as humanity right? So we're told So let us scramble for the globe until everything folds As long as pockets always have enough dollars to fold As long as rockets always have enough venom to scold A daddy's daughter A mother's son Or anyone That has not come to succumb to a murderer's tongue So we're told Worship a gun From the palace of permanent slums Purchase a ton From whoever will sell you the Sun And sell it back to whoever can give you the funds The race is run But I don't know if we lost or we won It's all perception, d**h and resurrection A lack of answers won't stop as asking the question So so what do we do now Make ways that praise more than a few how? Their fake ways we k** it with a tool blaw Or go back to the way we've always done it Whatever we do there's always gonna be division Whatever we do there will always be a thieves' religion Whatever we do they're just gonna build another prison So let's just do nothing and let it all happen Whatever we do the universe just keeps on giving Whatever we do the Earth will always keep on spinning Whatever we knew we still won't understand beginnings So let's just do nothing and let it all happen Existence is resistance in a world that Thinks the human instinct should be held back And all of our wisdom we should sell that Destroy the difference that we all have Resisting the system? Please tell me what's the mission 'Cause we would probably be oppressors If given position Yeah I try to spread a message, but really ambition Is what is driven through my lyrics I'm really a gimmick Not that I don't put my heart and my soul in the words It's just I ask If the bars are changing the Earth How arrogant to believe we can change it Through art Only slightly less arrogant than those Who believe that we can't So pull a bit harder We may just crumble the house of cards Never to slumber it's strength in numbers Whenever we charge There is a charge, lays these bars lace the guitars Aim for the stars Game for the part, straight as dart, pain from the heart Great for the art Start fighting Or never should ever you pen to the page Start writing Or never should ever you empty the gauge Murder a phase, verbally slayed The coroner could not determine his age Hard as a foreigner earning a wage From the conservative nerd of a sage Not heard? I'm a permanent page Written in the ink of the blood of a slave No cotton so burn on a wage Buried at the bottom of the ocean of rage Existence is resistance So so what do we do now?