歌词
Please just let me live for 2 minutes
They won’t let me live they’re too wicked
Voices inside my head got too vicious
So can i live?
I’m like Dum ali ali ali
For nursat fateh ali, Muhammad ali, & Makaveli
Trying put pakis on the telly
Growing up there weren’t any
Now we 24/7 either Isis or Emmy’s
Watching Ramy sipping remy
Rep til they resent me
Hope my people proud and don’t forget me
Hope my people don’t just end up as a memory
Eventually they...
Wanna round us up like we cattle
While I chatting woke on a panel
Cos we up the sticks with no paddle
But i'm brown as **** here to battle
They told our story so we don’t adore we
Self hating face all bleached
Got me at war with me
Kill us or make a killing of us
Drop a bomb or fairness products
But that’s finished there’s a million of us
If you don’t like it here’s a **** you can suck
Please just let me live for 2 minutes
They won’t let me live they’re too wicked
Voices inside my head got too vicious
So can i live?
Was this part of the plan?
Am I putting my foot down
Or tap dancing for the man
All the scars on my heart earned me 50 grand
Unwanted by blondes now they asking for a tan
Sunblock on my face my people’s blood on my hand
My people floating face down, my people sinking in sand
My people ain’t niche, my people are the niche for His lamp
They taught us cricket and shame, I’m a teach you to stand
No man’s land, I’m no land’s man
We just pose on the gram & own lambos
& go like lambs
They love this rubber dinghy rambo they all shake hands
They want advice, I tell em keep your Pak passport stamped
These are the lands that keep us from reaching a land
That we can call ours rohingya Uighur or yank
It’s deeper than that
I keep thinking we should go back
But where the **** we gonna go bro
We got no land
Grow up bumping black star yeah
Time for a brown one
Fresh back on the boat lets go they want us out son
East and west are clashing and cash is my only outcome
Yeah I’ll go back home if you can tell me where I’m from.
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