Behind My Painted Smile - Akala

Behind my painted smile when all the revolutionary noise is nothing but a lost

little boy

Confused and insecure, arrogant and oversure

An egotistical prick so come on please praise me more

It’s great that my music bettered you but I contemplate murder every day so

don’t put me on a pedestal

Plus truly, just the vehicle the music just runs through me

In my better moments I could let the universe use me

Behind my smile there’s generations of pain, self-hatred, ingrained miseducated

my brain

Decimated the place where my dead relations were slain

Not just physically but mentally penetrated our veins

What you got inside hasn’t gotta die once it can die a lot of times,

that I promise my son

Analyse every song that I’ve done — tryna fight colonialism with a colonised

tongue

Here I stand again

Living in sin

Caught up, in the dream

Behind the painted smile

Behind my painted smile is the most painful grimace

This mental prison I live in cause I am so conditioned

By my privilege, what a strange contradiction

To grow up brown in Britain and know that your living

Was paid for by a carcass that resembles yours

Born in the heart of the empire

You’re worth more than others just like you

But less then the native ones, raised by my mum but in this world I am a

father’s son

Behind my painted smile, a very flawed human being

Done many things that I regret and never knew the reason

What do you believe in, truth or freedom or are you deceiving?

I don’t wanna die in prostration to European’s

They say the answer is within you and nowhere else

Understand the vision man on a mission to know himself

This is for my co-defendants no retreat and no surrender

You probably think that we don’t remember Ota Benga

The smile is painted on my face is tainted by a frown

Picture in the pocket’s of blood that decorate the town

Trigger jum bullets sung and guns hum

Then everyone that’s dead was somebody’s someone

Behind my painted smile I feel like a naked child

Maybe rapping ain’t for now cos my passion is fading out

Up early though I search and roam along this dirty road

Just another traveller taking a long journey home

All this talk of intervention to protect on what is the intention

Same as it ever was the colonial past and present

And more respect for most of the right wingers

Than the paternalistic patronising liberal bigot

Our way of life is so divine, we should intervene

Select war and export the British dream

Behind cinema screens there’s much that isn’t seen

George Clooney war movies never bring our children peace

Yo fam, you ever wake up and just feel like fucking off, and never coming back

to this place and just cutting off?

All the time, almost did last year the trouble was the bloody cops had me

running in and out the bloody dock

I been there brother, though I don’t promote it in this rap shit,

I ain’t a stranger to having my back on their blue plastic

Can’t keep us captive

We see the tactics

To keep us passive

We beat the fascists

Release the classics

And reach the masses!