Touchline - Thula ft Blaklez Lyrics

verse 1 [Touchline]
I think I might be dying
But I might be lying
I think 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 alway ups their views
Whatchu think your kid's doing when he's not at school
It's not a study group, it's a gangsta crew
Fun ukwazi us'thola kuphi isbhamu at that age
Funde kuphi ukugwaz' umuntu usase ku grade 8
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 sincwab' abangani bethu
Hold me tight mama wami it might be my last day
Ngikhathel ukpretenda einklik
Tired of this Justice For Sbani-bani hash tag
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
Thula mama, thula x 4
Konke kuzodlula

verse 2 [Blaklez]
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 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 whatchu 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

verse 3 [Touchline]
MaOulady ungakhali, intwana zakho zisamile
Ngibong' umdali ukhuthi sonke sisaphila
Ubuti 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
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 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