Letras
If I threw a brick through the window of Nike Town
They'd probably stamp it with a tick, sell it back to me marked down
Or maybe take the footage caught on CCTV
Throw in a hip hop sound track, stamp their logo and sell me
They'll buy up all the forests, package up the trees
Advertise the air,start charging me to breathe
Or maybe they'll buy babies and give them corporate names
Like Little Baby Big Mac, or Finger Licking James
The irony is, this rhyme don't exist without a label
But things ain't as black and white as they were in the cradle
Let go of the fable, breathe, my chest ain't so tight
And I'm getting everything when I just step into the light
It's like all we built society around was a lie
Made it way too complicated, fed on fear and we tried
To blow up insecurities, pretend we have the answer
Had to make my own mistakes to see the fakeness in the adverts
Had to live that life before saying "fuck the glamour"
Because money can't buy happiness, man that should be our banner
Had to stop, meditate and listen, had to give back instead of counting what I'm given
Had to realise that dropping out was really winning
Had to have everything I built blow up like demolition
No more heading for collision if I only learn to give
And learn to live simply, that all may simply live
I'll be cursed by what I'm spitting if I follow my own ego
I'll be worse off living, not appreciating zero
I know it 'cause I done it, got the tale to tell
Seen and rocked a thousand faces then been miserable as hell
When I achieved my dreams it never satisfied me
I just wanted more, couldn't see the wood for the trees
More likes, more fans, how many friends can I collect?
How many records can I sell? But numbers, are infinite
I was only focusing on what I can get
But the irony is, when I don't think of it
I find joy and reflect, my time spent was a waste
'Cause the universe works in mysterious ways
Success has never brought me any kind of peace
And trying to control everything just brought me to my knees