Thula - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Touchline]

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

Ng'fun' ukwazi us'thole kuphi is'bhamu at that age?

Ufunde kuphi ukugwaz' umuntu usaseku grade eight 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 this Justice For Sbani-bani hash tag

I'm tired of these 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 friend's 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

[Chorus: Yallunder]

Thula mama, thula

Konke kuzodlula (Kuzodlula)

Thula mama, thula

[Verse 2: Blaklez]

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 debating about your two favourite rappers

And, who's the greatest

[Chorus: Yallunder]

Thula mama, thula

Konke kuzodlula

[Verse 3: Touchline]

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 Lez spoke about the iStore

But my eyes tore when I saw bodies 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 Matwetwe, good times

But that was a dress rehearsal for his goodbye

U-Pastor 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