Red Drop Outs

Yeah if I can have it my way I wouldn't waste or stress a single day
About how I was going to get paid and have that money get sent over seas
So my little cousins wouldn't worry about what to eat
And they can finally walk with some decent shoes on they feet
Because they live in a world where dirt makes up more then half of they streets

Ha, damn, and I'm just scratching the surface of the manure they were raised in
Fucked up part is, is that statement is not exaggeration
This is the life of Southeast Asians harvest rice to get that paper
Its part of life until I make it

Yeah, it's part of life until I make it cuz when I do
My village, not my hood, my village with hands rough will stand up
On their land that's been stolen from them, Vietnam son

Yeah if I can have it my way, my Ma, my mother
Wouldn't ever have to worry about her kids being raised
In a gang stricken environment, life expectancy dying quick
Where cooking crack is the closes thing to become a scientist

Where the news sell bullshit but we still buying it
Where the cool kids pressures drugs on students till they trying it
None of that would happen and I wouldn't become a stereotype when I start rapping
If I could have it my way

There would be no fucking troops ready to dump on any who
For rocking the color suits and if you still looking confused
I'm probably not talking to you if you don't understand its coo
But that's not how it fucking works cuz ignorance is deadly too

Yeah, cuz ignorance is deadly too
If you didn't get that line then I'll repeat it just for you

There would be no fucking troops ready to dump on any who
For rocking the color suits and if you still looking confused
I'm probably not talking to you if you don't understand its coo
But that's not how it fucking works cuz ignorance is deadly too

But that's not how it fucking works...
Ignorance is deadly too...
But that's not how it fucking works...

Let me tell you how it works
There's nothing blissful bout a bunch ignorant mutha fuckas trying run up
Busting lead for that come up, getting jumped till you get the fuck up
Doing it till the sun up, this shit you don't really want none of

Yeah, victims are faceless, yeah, cuz we ain't racist
But you can get killed for the colors of your shoe laces
That's the place that we live in, our fates are sealed in prison
And you ain't got to be a gangster to be a fucking victim

They know not what they do, cuz guns they love to finger it
But tell me where the fuck is the bliss in that type of ignorance
So now we lingering just looking for a place to cash in
But nobody is hiring so its back to fucking rapping

And pushing drugs on the youth, convincing them that its coo
To being brainwashed from the daily shit on the news
I'm living double lives when I move
Cuz when it comes to my mom, she don't know half shit that I do

And I have to keep it that way cuz the last thing that I need
Is for my own family to know that I sell weed
And become another statistic
But then again that's almost impossible cuz my background is indigenous

And if you listening, yes, you heard me correct
During the Khmer Rouge we were the number one threat
To Pol Pot's genocide, half a million was to sent to die
But I'll be screaming Cham Pride until I'm fucking recognized

My roots I'll testify from Vietnam to the west side
I do this for all my fallen people I'm trying to rise
Out the gutters, no we don't have gutters
We have dirt roads walked bare foot by our mothers

On a daily basis, tears on my little cousins faces
Because they all have stomachs that are vacant

You know I won't stop till I rise for my folks in Vietnam, South Side
Yeah, so South East put a hand high, and to all my oppressors, đụ má mày
So now you know when that mofo makes fun of the shape of our eyes
Look that racist bitch in the face right and tell that mutha fucka đụ má mày

Came from the mother land
Made something with my hands
From nothing to a brand
OTOW OTOW

Came from the mother land
Made something with my hands
From nothing to a brand
OTOW OTOW

Came from the mother land
Made something with my hands
From nothing to a brand
OTOW OTOW

Came from the mother land
Made something with my hands
From nothing to a brand
OTOW OTOW