Americana

My mother she created me
White mother passed down her genes
And my Black daddy he got in there too
So somebody tell me what am I to you?

Oh what am I to you?
What am I to you?
What am I to you?
What am I to you?

White fingers tangled in my natural hair
Chemicals burned me but I was brave I didn't care
Tried to teach me knowledge but I saw to the truth
When you showed me judgement corrupting my youth

What am I to you?
Tell me, what am I to you?
What am I to you?
What am I to you?

Catcalling as I walk down the street
Brasília Nation has a place for me
Cause "Americana" doesn't seem to fit
Lost all my identification
America you buried it
You buried it
You buried it

Oh, what am I to you?
What am I to you?
What am I to you?
Tell me, what am I to you?
What am I to you?
What am I to you?
What am I to you?
What am I to you?



Credits
Writer(s): Naomi Weekes
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