Lyrics For Thula By Touchline Ft Yallunder, Bongani Sax & Blaklez
Verse 1
I think I might be dying, but I might be lying, maybe He owns my soul but the body’s mine, I need to go back in time just to find my mind, coz I think it got lost in my darkest times, I don’t watch the news, and those videos too, I think black on black killing always ups the views, what you think your kid’s doing when he’s not at school, it’s not a study group, it’s a gangster crew
Ngifuna ukwazi usithole kuphi isbhamu at that age, ufunde kuphi ukugwaza umuntu usase ku grade 8 wena, Funeral for your son a mom’s pain, untwana had to die to be the face of a campaign, and life on the fast lane, got these kids going mad, manje ama blood stain, every week sifaka itende singcwaba abangani bethu, hold me tight mama wam it might be my last day, I’m saying
Ngikhathele ukupretenda entlek, I’m tired of the justice for usbani bani hashtag, tired of the cops that don’t help but stand back, if it was your friend would you record these bad acts or would you jump in and just have your friends ‘ back, I’m tired of the response time ye ambulance, tired of politicians that just act and pretend to care when we know it’s for votes and that’s facts
Thula Mama Thula
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Konke kuzodlula
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Blaklez Showtime
Let me paint a picture with a tainted scripture/They can’t feel our pain so they can’t depict us/Listen, we the future, you can’t dismiss us/You rape the system then parade as victors
Is this the freedom that many people died for?/We see you stuffing your face, many people die poor/We gon be alright, hey mama watchu crying for?/Apple of your eye, sell myself, I’m the iStore
I should’ve prayed, should’ve listened to the preacher/But I lost faith, so my heart a little weaker/Another mother crying, another son meets the reaper/All that’s left is blood stains on the sneaker
The long arm of the law is breaking/Who’s there to snatch a brother from the palms of satan/Hope is fading, you’re distracted, all debating/About your two favourite rappers and who’s the greatest
Thula Mama Thula
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Konke kuzodlula
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Ma Oledi ungakhali, iy’ntwana zakho zisa mile, Ngibonga umdali ukuthi sonke sisa phila, ubhuti wami usejele and I don’t have the key, But I have the bars that can set the people free ironic, The streets are mad we stay indoors, the devil has the sound of us crying as his ringtone, And Lez spoke about the iStore but my eyes tore when I saw bodies dropping need a blind fold
Best way to hide pain is a good smile, I heard black excellence is a hood crime, He got the lead role in Matwetwe good times, but that was a dress rehearsal for his goodbye, uPastor raising people from the dead, I wanna see dads raise kids instead, I hope friends don’t retweet my fears, I hope God don’t blue tick my prayers