Al da 3rd - Pula (feat. Ra's Rayz & Instro) Lyrics

Rain falling on a tin roof
She sits quietly sipping on a cup of soup
Man the past winter's been cool but this one is lemon bitter
Snow hugs the mountain tops she lives near the river
One blanket. just one. the thought alone makes her shiver
It's been a week same dinner
She works to the bone picking apples in the orchards
Less than minimum wage but who will feed her four kids
Alcoholic husband used to drive forklift
But he died you can't provide from the grave
They said he passed coz his poisoned liver failed
She down sleep so she dreams through her kids
She prays to God they do better than she did
And when she feels tired and she can't go on
She lifts her spirit with this here song

Thula, Thula thula mtanami
O baba uzobuya ekuseni
Thula, Thula thula mtanami
O baba uzobuya ekuseni

Rain trickles down the window panes
Tears start falling down her face growing pains
Feeling enslaved by poverty man this degree has got to cut the chains
Study loans keep her fees paid
For pocket money she's a student aid
The stress of keeping up them good grades
She would die if she ever failed
The walls closing in God forbid that they should ever cave
So she hits the books and hits them harder 'till she's numb to knowledge
Her family is starving back home that's why she came to college
City street signs offer no life guidance
She's from a town consumed by witchcraft and taxi violence
Where women have no voice and suffer pain in golden silence
So when her heart is heavy and she can't go on
She finds peace in this here song

Thula, Thula thula mtanami
O baba uzobuya ekuseni
Thula, Thula thula mtanami
O baba uzobuya ekuseni