Listen to Thula (feat. Blaklez, Bongane Sax & Yallunder) by Touchline

Thula (feat. Blaklez, Bongane Sax & Yallunder)

Touchline

Hip-Hop/Rap

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Touchline
Touchline
Performer
Yolanda Nyembezi
Yolanda Nyembezi
Performer
Lesego Moiloa
Lesego Moiloa
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thabo Mahlwele
Thabo Mahlwele
Songwriter
Zolile Radebe
Zolile Radebe
Composer
Shakespear Nkosi
Shakespear Nkosi
Composer
Bongani Radebe
Bongani Radebe
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bongane Sax
Bongane Sax
Producer
Zolile Radebe
Zolile Radebe
Producer
Shakespear Nkosi
Shakespear Nkosi
Producer

Lyrics

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 'Cause 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 their views What you think your kid's doing when he's not at school? It's not a study group, it's a gangsta crew Ngifun' kwaz kuthi usthol' ikhuph' isbamu at that age Funde ikhuFuneuku kwaze ukuth' umuntu usazi grade 8 wena? Funeral for your son, a mom's pain Ntwana had to die to be the face of a campaign A life in the fast lane Got these kids going mad, manje ama-blood stain Every week sifak' itende singcwab' abangan' bethu Hold me tight mama wami it might be my last day I'm saying... Ngikhathel' uk' pretend-a eintlik I'm tired of these justice isban'-bani hashtag Tired of these cops that don't help but stand back If it was your friend would you call this bad Acts or would you jump in and have your friend's back I'm tired of the response!? I'm tired of politics they just acting and pretend To care when we know it's for votes and that's facts Thula mama thula Thula mama thula Thula mama thula Thula mama thula Nkoke kuzo dlula(kuzo dlula) Thula mama thula(konke kuzo dlula) Thula mama thula Mhhhm, ah yes! Let me paint a picture with a tainted scripture They can't feel our pain so they can't depict us Listen, we're the future, you can't dismiss us You rape the system and parade as victors, whoa Is this the freedom that many people die for? We see you stuffing your face, many people die poor We gon' be alright, hey mama what you crying for Apple of your eye, sell myself I'm the iStore Should've prayed, should've listened to the preacher But I lost face so my heart a little weaker Another mother crying, another son meets the reaper All that's left is blood stains on a 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 you debating, is between your two favourite rappers And who's the greatest? Thula mama thula Thula mama thula Thula mama thula Thula mama thula Nkoke kuzo dlula(kuzo dlula) Thula mama thula(konke kuzo dlula) Thula mama thula MaOulady ungakhali, i'ntwana zakho zisamile Ngibong' umdali ukuthi sonke sisaphila 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 ring tone And Let's spoke about the iStore My eyes tore when I saw what he's dropping, need a blindfold The best way to hide pain is a good smile I heard black excellence is a hood crime He killed his role in? Good times But that was a dress rehearsal for his goodbye Pastor is raising people from the dead I wanna see dad's raise kids instead I hope friends don't retweet my fears I hope God don't blue-tick my prayers
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