Lyrics All Love - Kwaku Bota

It's time to cut the chord again
Been falling but I'm trynna stand
Confused but I understand I'm just a man
Down on my luck and I'm guessing I'm lost again
Seeing is believing I been Slowly loosing faith
All I want is love but all I get is hate
How many times or is it just phase
Searching for the myself feeling trapped inside a cage
Been down so long feeling trapped inside a maze
How many times can I say the same rhymes in my pages
Cos talent don't ever get you paid
How many times can I get away with crime
How many times will I hear somebody died
How many times will I ask why I'm alive
How many times cos I need to learn something
Can't keep on making the same mistakes
Every step I take taking me further away

I runaway
I runaway
I run far away
Run far away
Run far away
I runaway
I runaway
I run far away
Run far away
Run far away

So much pain in my heart I started drinking again
If am to blame for the choices I'll be making again
What's to blame for the voices that I hear in my head
Drain this feeling out of me I'll be better of dead
Close-minded can't rise above the dark side
Can't relate with fake niggas
We don't see eye to eye
Born to die but I'm trying to stay alive
Immortalized with my mortal vibes
More divine I'm a child of light
Moving with the speed of light
Approaching like a thief at night
Put the pen to the pad then I start to write
You came to gunfight with a broken knife
Give you a chance to talk to God
Before you die hoping he replies
Brick by brick it go multiply
Them times then tins no dey move
But keep your eye on the prize
And the vission is the mission no division

I runaway
I runaway
I run far away
Run far away
Run far away
I runaway
I runaway
I run far away
Run far away
Run far away

Palpitations rise by the day
I feel my heart decay
How to remain composed in chains
No Kunta K
Tobi was my name but she'd rather keep a slave
Blind love, exposed stains
Blame games lead to pain
Django had to run away
Fails to navigate
But you stay maintaining your own separate lane
Some relations end in shame
Every Abel got a Cain
Assuming it's all love
Digging your own grave
Perspective is ruler, judgement at a four-way
While he sees a cave or maze, his brother sees a
Safe haven
A place called home to stay
Rather than repressing his natural displays
Of affectionate ways
Of affectionate ways
Of affectionate ways
Of affectionate ways
Ways ways

I runaway
I runaway
I run far away
Run far away
Run far away
I runaway
I runaway
I run far away
Run far away
I run far away