Ayanna Witter Johnson - Our Way, The Way lyrics

[Intro: Akala & Ayanna Witter Johnson] [Ayanna Witter Johnson] How do we, how do we find our way? How do we, how do we find our way? [Akala] 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 [Verse 1: Akala] 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 bullsh** 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 d**h, a dress an adress Or a desk or a pound of flesh All is acceptable, not regrettable When we make a person a decimal Line syllable rhyme typical 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 [Hook 1: Ayanna Witter Johnson] 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 [Hook 1: Akala] 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 [Verse 2: Akala] 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 With a Line syllable rhyme typical 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 [Hook 1: Ayanna Witter Johnson] [Hook: Akala] 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? [Verse 3: Akala] 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