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Rulla
Rulla
Performer
Marlon Motlop
Marlon Motlop
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rulla
Rulla
Songwriter
Marlon Motlop
Marlon Motlop
Songwriter
Grayson Rotumah
Grayson Rotumah
Songwriter
Daniel Rankine
Daniel Rankine
Songwriter
Fred Leone
Fred Leone
Songwriter

Lyrics

Sister girl, she needs some help That system ain't justice it's designed to melt In this sunburnt land, where the cold hearts felt We're doubled up from jacks with cards were dealt We mask the pain through a mask that yells You deliberately neglect all our past I can tell Suddenly, through a subtle note of music An untold story of some brother boys bruises All these other white noises seem useless In a faraway land were every second dudes clueless Sovereignty never ceded or purchased Despite what it is, brother don't be nervous Untypical sing along. its working, Rhymes with thought culture hooks with a purpose Learning history before it's history His knee, his neck really inconsistent, see The time it takes to hear this song That's half the time it took just to make him gone Their is no justice, just us, Love is building up in my lungs for my mother, Brother I'm sorry, another day of scrubbing stuff, We gotta trust father, Please protect us, yes son, don't worry Challenge the mind we challenge the time, Thinkin of a better life My mission's a vision to get my spirit off a mission and create a hype They planted a seed now the flower bloom just as you create your spite Now a mother and daughter can peep into kitchen And see a brother cookin right Blacked out fam i feel like we made it Saying they ceded a country my people say that you claim it We create the discussion dont comprehend they sayin My sovereignty's is a subtlety that we ain't screaming through payment You heard Now that's a life untold Look in the mirror and see your life unfold, Praying to your father while your highness takes a seat We be lookin to the sky and feed the fire with our feet, Lord Crown Land, How dare You willing to stop my life better back it up as if you want some Don't want the blood in your hands But the blood in the sand to be Determining the hunger of a young blood Found an alias, for our country Australia Hypercritical, inconsiderate, failures To divisive? don't lie you like us That's why you haven't skipped this track yet, don't deny it, Deep down I know you wanna buy us Play us to your friends, like I know these guys and uh I went to school with a couple black friends So I think understand what their pain is To tell the truth you don't know shit, You don't me and you don't know him What you know about being up school class Every mother motherfucker look at you telling you your half cast Hit me up now like please man forget the past Let me think about... yeah nah And yeah that cake is kind But your track record shows that the cake was mine I said, the gesture of the cake was nice But that cake you stole, you ate, then lied, Was mine, was his, was hers, was ours, now, How explain an empty plate, To a generation hungry with no time to waste, Trying maintain life to stay sane this ain't safe Crown Land, How dare You willing to stop my life better back it up as if you want some Don't want the blood in your hands But the blood in the sand to be Determining the hunger of a young blood and Girl My problems, Girl You found them when I let you in and now, See it in her eyes she saw me
Writer(s): Daniel Rankine, Roland Ah Chee, Nathan Rigney, Grayson Rotumah, Rulla Kelly-mansell, Marlon Motlop Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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