The Journey - Akala, Mic Righteous

Isn’t the purpose of life to give your life some purpose?

Chasing these dreams and these goals to only find they’re worthless

(In this eternal circus I could turn in circles

Spins around the fire burning

We’re searching for higher learning)

Distracted by higher earning

Yearning for more than what’s on the surface

What if I told you that inside you were perfect

(Would you believe me or say I’m crazy man, what’s your verdict?)

The furthest from the battlefield is always love and war

(The one who’s on the front line, well he ain’t as sure)

Don’t appreciate all your blessings, you need to struggle more

(Might have the fullest plate and live amongst the poor)

If you’ve got a heart full of hate then you are just as flawed

(What if the journey is the destination, what you reckon, if you present)

Is a present, will you grab it with every second, or

(Would you still wreck it, given a second chance?

Now that we’ve even said it, nah, we ain’t no better, in fact)

We’re just as wreckless and we ain’t got the answers

(These are just our questions)

Journey with us, journey as we ask these questions

(Journey with us, journey with us)

Journey with us, journey as we’re learning lessons

(Journey with us, journey with us

Journey with us, journey with us)

We ain’t got the answers

(Journey with us, journey with us)

We’ve just got the question

Is this what they’re waiting for

Cause we give it to them straight and raw

Is this what they’re waiting for

(This what they’ve been waiting for)

Every journey begins with just one step

Turn over the page, open the book, just look

Every journey begins with just one step

Put your foot in front of the other and just move

I’ve been livin' in a prison in my mind

You been nothin' like mine, when you talk, pigs fly

What you call this life

What you glamorize is a pack of lies

I’m with a pack of lions

You ain’t playin' with my pride

That’s patronising, talking to the young thugs

Who ain’t ready for the pop-pop

Little akon, you don’t wanna get locked up

You don’t wanna be a convict

Don’t you fuckin' have a concious?

I got this

Can’t stop it there

That’s how I felt for the last couple years

You don’t wanna confront my peers

My brother just lost somebody

So I had to go back to the manor and confront my peers

And comfort my peers

All this time I’m funding my career

All this time I fancy getting here

Yeah, I’m stood in the middle of nowhere

And I broke my back just to get here

Then and there is where dad just said a prayer

Still feel the blood of the person

I was building up with me, yeah I’m prepared

Still feel the blood of the person

I was building up with me, yeah I’m aware

Akala and Righteous, the words we are uttering

Feel in your spirit, the pain we are summoning

Cause we came up in the suffering, now we’re recovering

But it still feels like we’re stuck in it

There’s enough of it

Everyone’s sucking the life out of people

If it doesn’t toughen em

Break, crack, shatter your life

This is the journey, it ain’t always nice

We have not learned to disable the lies

It seems we’re determined to pay all the price

But still, I murder a rhythm like no one in Britain

I’m righteous on mics when I’m spitting

Fam, don’t worry bout me I am living

Just play your position and stay out the kitchen

When the rhythm hit him in the chest, better get a vest

I’m obsessed in his steaks there on the decks

Getting vexed, it’s a head stare on your neck

So who’s next to express?

Get it off your chest

Chess that I play, fuck the right game

Time you were sure you aboard the right plane?

This one right here it goes where I say

The journey is allowing me to focus my pain

To spit phrases, moltonize flames

You’ll get burned and frozen, that’s only quite tame

Brush off my shoulders and bubble them others

Now all the lies will just turn into mumbling, turn up my mic again

Turn up my mic so they know who the fuck it is, know when I’m coming in

You just a problem for rap, when I rap I’m a problem for governments

There’s a problem in mainstream media coverage, feeding us utter shit,

please keep em coming in

This year I’m encouraging anyone with the courage to go up against

The system we’re stuck up in

And if you ain’t with us then fuck if then

Become a pawn or become a king

Become a pauper, they die by the sword of another poor

Why are we fighting each other for?

Why are we fighting our brothers for?

What’s the price of a life if you young and poor?

Looking online at a life for

I got a son that needs so I’m opening doors

hopeless

That is more dangerous than a man who is deperate, broken

Coming back from an injury, did you missed me?

Man a wanna throw me out like a frisbee

(Where you been fam?)

Wanna know where I’ve been G?

(Yeah, tell me now)

I’ve been alone, it’s a rocky road, Kingsly

It’s a rocky road in the stories that we’re told

Well I’m evolved from the places that we’ve growed

You wasn’t there when the rental was in arrears

And the bailiffs came to the door

You wasn’t there, didn’t witness all the tears

In fact have you ever been poor before?

You sure this ain’t Jersey Shore?

This is your life, it is totally raw

Uncle’s is going to prison

And half of your role models getting their dough in the kitchen

Living right next to the rich kids

One street away but our struggle is totally different

I am the man of the house where I’m living

And I’m like 11, I’m destined for prison

I never went though cause I beat the system

And all of my villains is proud that I broke tradition

You don’t know shit about us

Do not discuss what you cannot sus

Sus is the start of them fuckin' us up

No it wasn’t just not enough luck, better suck it up