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letra de militia i - mlamli

igama ngumlamli unyana kapumla novusumzi
i have a story to tell
hope these writings is reaching n0bel level
hope it’s reaching my people as well
hear them walking through my arteries
mandibuyele kwibali
mntanam uneedi imali, it’s a man’s world
but they never mention the skin hue different than mine
pretend that you colour blind, when every chance they get they nit-pick mine
in a box
how convenient
a liquor store on еvery other corner
whеre i live
the only sort of therapy that we can afford
or the only therapy they offer
it’s easy to get a loan for a business that k!lls your people
people, people
just because they give you money doesn’t mean those your people
free my people
still unequal
tell me who benefits from thinking that coloureds and black is different
share my struggle share my pain, we a family
it’s like looking in the mirror me my ma se kind
i vie off, most the people where you and i from is p-ss poor
give me debt and call it wealth
now my neighbours jealous that i bought car
when it depreciated as soon as it left the lot
i hope you getting the plot
it’s the same old house n-gga field n-gga plot
we still picking cotton
be dammed if i let another man prosper off my sweat

sweat
bl–dy
tears
jesus cried and he wept
bl–dy murder bl–dy murder
and he wept
bl–dy murder

they don’t want on your soil be cautious
you look like me they give you the tools to destroy you
disguised as something worthy putting energy in
wasting your energy do better you king
picture me moving mountains with just a pen and a swing to right tempo
selling drugs dodging popo is the more practical thing
nothing matters you just chasing a dream
uyaboniswa kwedini
uyaboniswa
that’s my reality
tsek
saphi imali nephone
it’s either you or me
i got me a family at home and a habit to feed
ngenxa ndikuceli ir2 you thinking you better than me
hmm
robber for lonto
robert telling me most the crime in country is my area
how convenient you forget that’s where you let the poverty live
my grandma in your crib cleaning your toilet tolling in your grandpa sh-t
remember mom telling me how being prison felt
just because of the colour of your skin i promised myself
the only bars i’ll get behind are these i’m crafting myself
the only fear there is god and that he lives in myself
i’m my brother’s keeper and it’s keeping him alive
most of them depressed contemplating
all this suicide
still as true as when pac said it in 95
so tell me what has really changed
when i wake up in the morning and i ask myself
is this life worth living should i blast myself
wake up in the morning and i ask myself
is this life worth living should i blast myself

wake up in the morning and i ask myself
is this life worth living should i blast myself

cops give a f-ck about a negro
pull a trigger, k!ll a n-gga his a hero
cops give a f-ck about a negro
pull a trigger, k!ll a n-gga his a hero

- mlamli

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