CULTURE ft. D-Terence Lyrics

They no know, they no know

It's time to tell em

Why the hell they call this culture

Why the hell they call this culture

(This is not our culture)

Why the hell they call this culture

This is not our culture

Why the hell they call this culture

This is not, this is not, this is not our culture

Why they hell they call this culture

(I no know oh)

This is not our culture

(This is not our culture)

Why the hell they call this culture

This is not, this is not, this is not our culture

Comot for my road, make I pass I don go

I come from a place that is rich but it's poor

Blessed to the core but we're laying on the floor

Mind filled with trauma, so we chose to ignore

They tell you how to feel and tell you how to act

A lot remains untold and that is just a fact (tell em)

Trees with no root, men that's kind of wack (tell em)

They take all your food and they offer you a snack

They no know, they no know (they no know)

They no know, were you're from, they no know

(They no know)

What it is they call culture

They no know, they no know, they no know (tell em)

Why the hell they call this culture

This is not our culture (this is not our culture)

Why the hell they call this culture

This is not, this is not, this is not our culture

Why the hell they call this culture (comot make I pass)

This is not our culture (tell em)

Why they hell they call this culture

This is not, this is not, this is not our culture

Why the hell they call this culture

This is not our culture

Why the hell they call this culture

This is not, this is not, this is not our culture

Why the hell they call it culture

Nothing about this is really our culture

If we die today, would we get the closure?

Seeking validation from the freaking vultures

We got so much to give that is more than

Victimising ourselves at every single jonction (wuna di hear)

If you study your roots you'ill find a solid structure

Your identity lies within home that you're running from (tell em)

But they tell you, you got to stick in this box

They'll take everything that you got if you're no longer in the box

So what we have is a people without a voice

Because the voices that we make is like a chant coming from the crowd

A man without a past don't know where he's going (tell em)

A people with no pride end up on the chopping board (tell em)

For those who sell their souls

Yeah just to fit in

Don't tell us it's culture

This is not our culture

This is not our culture

This is not our culture