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maraza - black skin (pick and pay the price) كلمات الأغنية

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[intro]
pick and pay the price yeah, hey yeah
pick and pay the price yeah, mmh
pick and pay the price yeah, yeah yeah
pick and pay the price yeah, ayy yeah

[chorus]
all my people in the southside, won’t you go and raise your hands up high?
all my people in the north side, won’t you make sure you touch the sky?
all my people in the east side, let the sun rise on the insides
all my people on the westsidе, stay blessed a’ight
[verse 1]
mama told me thеre’d be days like this
i know my daddy hoped i never witnessed days like his
see days like this are the hardest
to choose between being an artist
and a man who’s still angry about the death of chris hani
they took away our honey but we feel the bee stings
i’m tryna get this money not the burden it brings
but more than these things, i want my dignity
somebody witness me, amen
amen can no longer save men
(amen) black skin ain’t enough to detain men
(amen) tell me who changed the rules of engagement?
the same men who made me suffer their entertainment
you follow me ’round the isle, you stalkin’ me from the back fam
but tell me are you looking for a thief or you’re looking for a black man?yeah
funny how being black can give a n_gga the blues
a trolley full of food became a trolley full of clues
“we know you stole something ’cause that’s all you folks are capable of”
if you see a black man, know there’s danger involved
“now show me that receipt, i’m immune to your deceit”
“you people deserve defeat, that’s all you deserve to eat”
“your ‘pant_sagging’ black self couldn’t get this money the right way”
’cause the right way is the ‘white’ way

[chorus]
all my people in the southside, won’t you go and raise your hands up high?
all my people in the north side, won’t you make sure you touch the sky?
all my people in the east side, let the sun rise on the insides
all my people on the westside, stay blessed a’ight
[verse 2]
i found myself at pick ‘n’ pay asking what if i was white?
what if my hair was bright, my eyes were not as black as night?
what if my past was leaden with victories not strife?
and if my name was jaden would i need to prove i’m right?
would i be searched against my will?
ayy, can i pursue my happiness without reminding you of constitution hill?
what’s the deal? what’s the deal? yeah
the melanin i’m living in come from me as a black king
i’m settling the settler like dinuzulu
i knew that i’d be thrown to the sharks, i degraded great whites
i never thought one of the sharks would be sisulu (god d_mn)

[interlude]
bheka chief
you see, it’s not that i didn’t hear you make a mockery of my abuse at the hands of racial inequality
it’s just that the sound of your grandfather turning in his grave was harder for me to ignore
and i don’t mean to be spicy, but i hope robert sun calls the sun ‘ilanga’ it shines brighter that way
and i hope that he’ll grow to call his son ‘indodana’ he’ll be a fighter that day
’cause maraza and sphamandla may not be the coolest names
but at least they were not forced upon me for the convenience of h_llen zille’s colonialist cronies
so claim your name black child and own it

[chorus]
all my people in the southside, won’t you go and raise your hands up high?
all my people in the north side, won’t you make sure you touch the sky?
all my people in the east side, let the sun rise on the insides
all my people on the westside, stay blessed a’ight
[verse 3]
i know that the oppressor wanna see me go inside, yeah
but i don’t wanna go inside
my haters wanna see my failures and my victories coincide
they know my heart gold, they don’t know what’s cold inside
they wanna see me down, they don’t wanna see me win
they hate i make my money and i feed my next_of_kin
and i make my mama grin when i give her bit of green
then she keep my conscience clean and my mama garden green
my n_gga told me i was the talk of the whole town cuz
i said “what do you mean boss?”
they said there’s another scandal that the media need to handle
i said ”that was not a scandal”
he said “what’s your twitter handle?”
so we searched it and the the talk had moved away from that debate
i mean it’s 2017, ain’t n0body talking race
comrades by face, but only white face
but if it’s a black man then we’ll judge you by your face

[outro]
we can do better one day, day, day, day, yeah
one day yeah
we can do better one day, day, day, day, yeah
one day yeah

- maraza

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