Akala - Yours And My Children lyrics

Right here, dangerous idea If we did this, then we couldn't feel fear If there's no fear, there's no control If there's no control, someone's gotta let go They say I shouldn't say too much they might delete me Realize I don't really care about TV Keep your awards, your applause I'm easy All I can do in this life is just be me Pilger can say it, so can Naomi Klein Its free speech for them, that's fine Young black rappers should utter the same words Utterly absurd, nutter, insane, nerd Even the fact I call myself Å’black Social conditioning and that's a fact The idea of races has no factual basis It was made just to serve racists To justify to doing to some what couldn't be done To others, but they all are our sons Black or white all of our sons m**m, Christian all of our sons Look up in the sky that's all of our Sun Last time I checked we only had one So if some were superior, others inferior, based on exterior Well then surely the sun would know and fall in to line? It would rain on your crops and not mine? Air would prefer to inhabit your lungs? Food would prefer the taste of your tongue? If that's not the case then nature has declared Despite what we say the worlds in fact fair? Kids in Iraq Yours and my children Kids in Iran Yours and my children Afghanistan Yours and my children Even Sudan Yours and my children Kids in Brazil Yours and my children Police drive by the favela and just k** them Kids in Brazil Yours and my children Police drive by the favela and just k** them Problem is, it feels better to feel better And reap without sowing Whatever is growing Never ever slowing, turn days to dark nights Their backs still bent from the weight of our life Look what I spent and gents it's half price 'Cause he is bent over the sewing machine half his life Don't matter that we don't pull it If we don't care that's our breads bu*tered with the bullets Our cars choke on blood Limbs in our diamond tip rings go rotten There's something we forgotten Pillars of the temple may seem separate But they support one roof If your really checking it All of our slaughters Only our daughters Only our self in a war that we fought with All corrupt laws it's, we are the causes 'Cause we can't see they're all of our daughters k** a couple of us you're a devil If you k** a couple million of them Get stripes and medals Generals conduct the great d**h symphony Played in the key of hate By musicians with no rhythm but offbeat k**ing Hear the harmonies the screams of young women They're not important They are just orphans How can that be if they're all of our daughters? They're not important They are just orphans How can that be if they're all of our daughters Kids in Iraq Yours and my children Kids in Iran Yours and my children Afghanistan Yours and my children Even Sudan Yours and my children Kids in Brazil Yours and my children Police drive by the favela and just k** them Kids in Brazil Yours and my children Police drive by the favela and just k** them If we decided to not be divided Saw no one that we could side with All the gun and stupid violence All the fun of stupid tyrants The blood of our defiance of the laws of natural science Would have subsided or died a d**h or had no hiding left Instead it provided the horse to ride on to the ride of d**h We're enlightened but we don't know right from left 'Cause we're so frightened Its like we're blinded to the sight of d**h For all our writing only writing on the doors of d**h We're only fighting for the right to resort to theft We would steal the air if we could as if we're short of breathe Only if we're sure that it would have the cause and effect If some part of us good, tell me where it is kept 'Cause we are saying nothing while we crush them like a f**ing pest If you discuss it, everybody is turning f**ing deaf Look down at your kids, what if they were next? Kids in Iraq Yours and my children Kids in Iran Yours and my children Afghanistan Yours and my children Even Sudan Yours and my children Kids in Brazil Yours and my children Police drive by the favela and just k** them Kids in Brazil Yours and my children Police drive by the favela and just k** them