One More Breath - Akala

What is this thing I see

This silly little thing called me

This skin, this hair, this flesh

This brain, this pain, this mess

What’s life?

A game that we just play with two plain dice?

When the shell dies, does the soul fly?

Hellfire, does the flame fry?

Is this the audition, brief intermission for something much grander

Get a bigger piece of pie, great show in the sky

Or is that just propaganda?

That they telling me, selling me sold with evidence

But intelligence, slowers development

We that think that we know we are not reverent

But we don’t even yet know if we’re relevant

One more pause, one more breath

One more pause, one more breath

Is this all that there is

If it is, I wish I could give

One more pause, one more breath

We could never know, if we’re ever next

Everytime I think I know, I stop and ask myself

What is this thing I see

This silly little thing called we

This brain, this pain, this flesh

These trains, these planes, what’s next?

Yes, we’re gonna beget technology

But the majority, escaping poverty

No, I don’t think that we can

Cause we still think that we got the plan and

By judging a man by just what’s in his hands

Or his land, or his tan and just cause we can

Pause, take a breath

Realise that none of us know what is next

See your code of address or the code of your dress

We all still use that same hole for our breath

Playing the game but there’s never a Ref

And you can’t take it with you if ever you left

What is this thing I see

Who could ever know, what we’re gonna be

Are we elevating our meditation

Not detonating through self-preservation

Generation television’s raising

Yet we’re complaining about how they’re behaving

Washing our hands or just bathing with satan

Yet with all that said, that’s just what you make it

Pause, take what is naturally given

Because actually there is no tax on our living

It’s a fact though it’s naturally hidden

Like I’m just an actual assassin on riddem

The adrenaline, we’re rememberin'

Our December is cold as it’s ever been

Fighting our best, but the victory we revel in

Fighting our brethren, how could we ever win?