Love what I do but it's harder when they point at my hue
They see my raps and then think it's natural instead of effort
That pushed me forward and swelled my pride
Now they think I'm lying
When I act as my humble self they see and arrogant African
Stare at me like they massacre stories told from the dirt
That they buried underneath selfish glories
And when I look into the eyes that stole a brother's blues
I laugh at their disbelief when I tell em I ain't Zulu
I speak the Queen's English with an accent just to prove you
Got a long way to see the fault's that make us different
You order macchiatos but you struggle with a clan name
You learnt to speak the Dutch that took our sand the land that we claimed
You tried to call me nigga motherf*cker are you insane?
I'm sick of standing steady posted
I'm sick of posing
I'm sick of posers telling me what's kosher
I'm sick of posters hanging up our martyrs
Twenty plus years and our fears have only grown in scope
We're better off but the silence has made it really subtle
I'm sick of standing steady posted
I'm sick of posing
I'm sick of posers telling me what's kosher
I'm sick of posters hanging up our martyrs
Twenty plus years and our fears have only grown in scope
We're better off but the silence has made it really subtle