5 Grand by Touchline Lyrics
[Touchline]
Right
Look what mama did with 5 grand
Every month is what she gets from white man
Washing clothes, scrubbing floors and window wiping
She be back to cook dinner
And help you do assignments
She wakes up and make sure
That she irons your clothes
She put lunch in your bag
As she walk out of the door
She reminds you're special and destined for more
A back room with no bathroom it don't matter its a home
So you grow and get a loan for university
You get your diploma
They call it graduate cause you have to wait for employment
Then you get an internship like this is it
Get paid 5 grand like mama did
So the cycle continues
We're free
Just free from believing life is a prison
But the chains are all the way in our thinking
See, designer clothes but look how empty the fridge is
Guess family is not as important as image
And nigga that's what slave often do
Convenience over truth
Don't care about winning if they can justify the truth
You ain't free until your only boss is you
We ain't free until cashiers at PicknPay smile at black people too
We ain't free until Thabo can learn to love again
I ain't free if I can give them my heart again
We ain't free until good people rule parliament
We ain't free until Khanyi Mbau is dark again
Cause black is beautiful
But black girls reduce themselves to boodie call
See the man you're tryna impress
Don't reply to your text
He only love you when you're drunk and undressed
Black man they got kids
Black man they not fathers
Side chicks get allowance
Ignore baby mama
Your kid's friend buy a watch as a fathers' day present
But yours just watches 'cause his father ain't present
I make music for him
I make music for them
I make music for people who wanna win at the end
I make music for loyal people who die for their friends
After dying they rise and they go and die for you again
I make music for lovers
I make music for pain
I make music for dreamers, heroes, believers and slaves
So I take it to radio and I ask them to play it
They look straight to my face:
"You know how much you gotta pay, brah, 5 grand"
Freedom is the absence of fear and love of God
Discovering your purpose
And engulfing what you have lost
Forgiving those that hurt you
Cause from them you learn a lot
To conquer your emotion and controlling all your thoughts
Finding hope at any cost
Not to please any human being
Self-believing that inner will never come from Twitter feeds
And to know that jealousy is only there to poison me
That's the first real step to being free
Right
Look what mama did with 5 grand
Every month is what she gets from white man
Washing clothes, scrubbing floors and window wiping
She be back to cook dinner
And help you do assignments
She wakes up and make sure
That she irons your clothes
She put lunch in your bag
As she walk out of the door
She reminds you're special and destined for more
A back room with no bathroom it don't matter its a home
So you grow and get a loan for university
You get your diploma
They call it graduate cause you have to wait for employment
Then you get an internship like this is it
Get paid 5 grand like mama did
So the cycle continues
We're free
Just free from believing life is a prison
But the chains are all the way in our thinking
See, designer clothes but look how empty the fridge is
Guess family is not as important as image
And nigga that's what slave often do
Convenience over truth
Don't care about winning if they can justify the truth
You ain't free until your only boss is you
We ain't free until cashiers at PicknPay smile at black people too
We ain't free until Thabo can learn to love again
I ain't free if I can give them my heart again
We ain't free until good people rule parliament
We ain't free until Khanyi Mbau is dark again
Cause black is beautiful
But black girls reduce themselves to boodie call
See the man you're tryna impress
Don't reply to your text
He only love you when you're drunk and undressed
Black man they got kids
Black man they not fathers
Side chicks get allowance
Ignore baby mama
Your kid's friend buy a watch as a fathers' day present
But yours just watches 'cause his father ain't present
I make music for him
I make music for them
I make music for people who wanna win at the end
I make music for loyal people who die for their friends
After dying they rise and they go and die for you again
I make music for lovers
I make music for pain
I make music for dreamers, heroes, believers and slaves
So I take it to radio and I ask them to play it
They look straight to my face:
"You know how much you gotta pay, brah, 5 grand"
Freedom is the absence of fear and love of God
Discovering your purpose
And engulfing what you have lost
Forgiving those that hurt you
Cause from them you learn a lot
To conquer your emotion and controlling all your thoughts
Finding hope at any cost
Not to please any human being
Self-believing that inner will never come from Twitter feeds
And to know that jealousy is only there to poison me
That's the first real step to being free