Sometimes

[Verse 1: Akala] When I feel like "fuck it I've had enough" Might as well bury my head in the sand and run from the world No music or politics, I'm done with all of it, I just can't take no more It's easy to let the world get you down Look around It seems that every towns [?] The haves, the have nots Lives we admire Rags to rags lot that never climb higher We're on a ladder of life, the ladder of success The ladder of fucking over other people the best It's a game of chess, where the pawns get sacrificed They got limited movement and their on the frontline Yeah, the game's rigged from the start This we know in our heart Yet we pick up the dice and play a part But would it be better to act like a spoilt little brat? Kick over the whole game with no shame "I ain't playin' if I can't win" Prayin' if I can't sin What is a wife saying to a daft king? Not much, power's fucked I know it runs the world, sometimes it's too much [Chorus] Like "fuck it I've had enough" Might as well bury my head in the sand and run from the world No music or politics, I'm done with all of it, I just can't take no more When I feel like "fuck it I've had enough" x3 In the end I'm like "Shutup you coward, just suck it all up" [Verse 2] Can't sleep, my mind's runnin' On a path of it's own and I ain't sure that I'm even comin' All night I been tryna get a wink The sun comes up now and I ain't had a blink I think too bloody much All the voices go around in my mind and I can't shut 'em up They say "ignorance is bliss" I ain't sayin' it is On those nights when I can't shut off, I get pissed For me, this is most nights of the week If we look at the world then how could we sleep? See in my deeper moments I can only keep theOnus on what is wrong with the world and we can't even solve it Like we ain't involved with anything promoted than to focus on our own little selves The rest can go to hell How do I know it so well? It's me Specially at those times I wanna flee from reality [Chorus] [Verse 3] The road to depression I'm guessin' is oiled by a choked expression And of course naked oppression The lessons we're supposed to learn, is not possible Cause you are not a fool and the teacher's horrible So what choice left is there for sensitive souls? Fight the power or let it swallow us whole? It is easily done, look what we've become If we could, I'm sure we'd find a way to put out the sun Sometimes when I feel like collapsin' Or giving in to the times that I'm trapped in I contemplate all the others overcoming their fears Fighting battles far harder so that I could be here Then I feel like the silly little boy that I am Count my blessings in the moment and get back to the plan Inspiration is the strangest thing How it travels one spirit to another, transforms how we think I know spirit is a dirty word, in this world obsessed with what we have and what do we earn But its the only way to explain the voices inside of you Only satisfied when you are inspired to Its the reason when we feel we've had enough, always in the end we manage to get back up [Chorus] [Outro] Life is hard, life is beautiful Life is strange, and life is unusual If life's a stage, then who wrote the musical? (Who wrote the musical?) x2