Can I Live
Please just let me live for two minutes
They won't let me live, they're too wicked
Voice inside my head got too vicious
So can I live?
I'm like Dum Ali Ali Ali (Ali Ali)
For Nusrat Fateh Ali, Muhammad Ali and Makaveli
Tryna put Pakis on the telly (uh)
Growin' up there wasn't any, now we 24-7
Either ISIS or Emmys (grrt, one or the other)
Watchin' Ramy sippin' Rémy, rep 'til they resent me
Hope my people proud and don't forget me (be proud of)
Hope my people don't just end up as a memory
Eventually they wanna round us up like we cattle
When I'm chattin' woke on a panel
'Cause we up the sticks with no paddle, but I'm brown as fuck, here to battle
They told our story so we don't adore we
Self hatin', face all bleached, got me at war with me
Kill us or make a killin' off us (uh-huh)
Drop a bomb or fairness products, yeah
But that's finished, there's a million of us, yeah
If you don't like it, here's a dick you can suck
Please just let me live for two minutes
They won't let me live, they're too wicked
Voice inside my head got too vicious
So can I live? (Can I live?)
Was this part of the plan? Am I puttin' my foot down, or tap dancin' for the man?
All the scars on my heart earned me 50 grand
Unwanted by blondes, now they ask for a tan
Sunblock up on my face, my people's blood on my hands
My people floatin' face down, my people sinkin' in sand
My people ain't niche, my people are the niche for His lamp
They taught us cricket and shame, I'ma teach you to stand
No man's land, I'm no land's man
We just pose on the 'Gram and own Lambos and go like lambs
They love this rubber dinghy rappin', bro, they all shake hands
They want advice, I tell 'em, "Keep your Pak' passport stamped"
These are the lands that keep us from reachin' a land
That we can call ours, Rohingya, Uighur or yank
It's deeper than that, I keep thinkin' we should go back
But where the fuck we gonna go, bro? We got no land
Grow up bumpin' Black Star, yeah, time for a brown one
Fresh back on the boat, let's go, they want us out, son
East and west are clashin', but cash is my only outcome
Yeah, I'll go back home if you can tell me where I'm from
They won't let me live, they're too wicked
Voice inside my head got too vicious
So can I live?
I'm like Dum Ali Ali Ali (Ali Ali)
For Nusrat Fateh Ali, Muhammad Ali and Makaveli
Tryna put Pakis on the telly (uh)
Growin' up there wasn't any, now we 24-7
Either ISIS or Emmys (grrt, one or the other)
Watchin' Ramy sippin' Rémy, rep 'til they resent me
Hope my people proud and don't forget me (be proud of)
Hope my people don't just end up as a memory
Eventually they wanna round us up like we cattle
When I'm chattin' woke on a panel
'Cause we up the sticks with no paddle, but I'm brown as fuck, here to battle
They told our story so we don't adore we
Self hatin', face all bleached, got me at war with me
Kill us or make a killin' off us (uh-huh)
Drop a bomb or fairness products, yeah
But that's finished, there's a million of us, yeah
If you don't like it, here's a dick you can suck
Please just let me live for two minutes
They won't let me live, they're too wicked
Voice inside my head got too vicious
So can I live? (Can I live?)
Was this part of the plan? Am I puttin' my foot down, or tap dancin' for the man?
All the scars on my heart earned me 50 grand
Unwanted by blondes, now they ask for a tan
Sunblock up on my face, my people's blood on my hands
My people floatin' face down, my people sinkin' in sand
My people ain't niche, my people are the niche for His lamp
They taught us cricket and shame, I'ma teach you to stand
No man's land, I'm no land's man
We just pose on the 'Gram and own Lambos and go like lambs
They love this rubber dinghy rappin', bro, they all shake hands
They want advice, I tell 'em, "Keep your Pak' passport stamped"
These are the lands that keep us from reachin' a land
That we can call ours, Rohingya, Uighur or yank
It's deeper than that, I keep thinkin' we should go back
But where the fuck we gonna go, bro? We got no land
Grow up bumpin' Black Star, yeah, time for a brown one
Fresh back on the boat, let's go, they want us out, son
East and west are clashin', but cash is my only outcome
Yeah, I'll go back home if you can tell me where I'm from
Credits
Writer(s): Rizwan Ahmed, Thomas Richard Calvert
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