Tumi From The Volume

   Tumi - POWA by Ophiona 

To every girl I cheated on

Disrespected, beat on, called a whore,

Peed on, had sex with illegal, put hands on

Raped, slapped, love you, didn’t say it back,

Ladies I disappointed lied to and misinformed,

If you cry, I’ll listen for you

Now I am living for you

To every sister annoyed, pissed with these ignorant boys

That took what you build, destroyed

I’ll dream what my son draws, a pencil stick happy home

And sing what you’ve come for

No one man should have all that power

We put our seeds into school they get deflowered

From sweet sixteen to 20 something sour

When Mandela dies, who gone really care about us

I shine my Thomas Edison on this heart-wrenching incident

Butt naked telling it, like surely there’s some better men

Looking at my reflection, cracking on better inspection

What all these headlines mention, is a judgment not just a sentence

Don’t examine the evidence

That is just irrelevant

Cuz Akona’s testament implicates my better sense

I wanna kill that specimen, hang him from a leather belt

But then again, it’s probably best to raise a gentleman

So when he turns fourteen he’d be the one protecting her

And when they talk orgies it wouldn’t make sense to him

But that’s later, this is now, the part to play is big and proud

Brave heart, love the scars away speak it out aloud

No one man should have all that power

You put your hands on a woman, are you a coward?

Lady that’s not your shame, that there is ours

When Mandela dies, who gone really care about us

Can we march, picket, shout, scream,

Pass a law; wipe clean all her bloody bad dreams

Call Miss Patricia De lille, fix the ill, Helen Zille

J. Malema, help us heal

If JZ’s not with us he cannot get elected still

DJ Fresh, play a tune, make me forget it’s painful

Can we affect a change too, so sex doesn’t scare you?

I wanna kiss your earlobe, whisper you my hero

Take you out to party people where the music isn’t lethal

I am T from the V

That means my speech isn’t speech bro

You don’t have be Jules High

To have to sink to these lows,

That act is old De Niro

Apartheid Ghost, Lesilo

Adapted to the evil, we are drawn to it Zapiro

No one man should have all that power

We put our seeds into school they get deflowered

From sweet sixteen to 20 something sour

When Mandela dies, who gone really care about us

To every girl I cheated on

Disrespected, beat on, called a whore,

Peed on, had sex with illegal, put hands on

Raped, slapped, love you, didn’t say it back,

Ladies I disappointed lied to and misinformed,

If you cry, I’ll listen for you

Now I am living for you

To every sister annoyed, pissed with these ignorant boys

That took what you build, destroyed

I’ll dream what my son draws, a pencil stick happy home

And sing what you’ve come for

So if you fed up with it

Everybody do the power clap

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Help your sister bare witness

Everybody do the power clap

Clap! Clap! Clap!

You’d better be standing aint no sitting down

When we do the power clap

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Hate the act, love the child

Everybody do the power clap

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

Boom!

Back story: This track is by Tumi, frontman for Tumi and the Volume, one of South Africa's best and most relevant bands - if you're South African and have never heard of them, hang your head in shame and go sit on the naughty step, everyone else head over to You Choob and check 'em out. Anyway this remix of Ye's Power is largely inspired by the case of a 15 year old girl who claimed to have been raped by two of her male schoolmates aged 14 and 16. The authorities ruled initially that the boys wouldn’t be arrested as they were busy with exams, and the charges against the boys were dropped for lack of evidence and the girl later recanted her claims, saying she gave full consent and as a result she has been charged with statutory rape along with the boys. However she was drugged at the time, so an argument could be made that she was not in the right mental state to give consent and given that there are testimonies from the girl's friend verifying that she was drugged and shaken up after the incident, means the prosecutor's claim that there's lack of evidence to go ahead with the case is a complete myth, it's actually a sad reflection of how the SA justice system is unjust for rape victims. Tumi also makes a reference to Akhona, another young girl who was inspired by this case to tweet and blog about her own rape ordeal to spread awareness: I Said No.
Tell 'em why you mad Tumi!


In DOPE Music WE Trust.


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