Where are You From?

Walking down the street
A woman speaking Kinyargwanda
Don't understand the words
But in her voice I heard some wanders
Wanders with an "A" not an "O"
She was strong but calm her
Voice pointed at my heart
She paused and said "come son"
In English not in French
She really said "son"
Somehow she knew my pearly tongue
Has never learned the third one
"Where you from son?" she asked
"You from the land of God?"
Where the seven skies are hailing blood and the holy land is conquered?

I'm sure you know my son
The weight of the doubt I had to feel
To one day wake up, pack up, decide to leave
Every step towards peace
Pulled me behind my dream
But I keep my head up for he's the only attendant to my plea
It hit me then and there
We both really miss the phantom
She also called him "Al-Amin"
It made me wonder
With an "O" this time we switched
She's Syrian, I'm Rwandan
We grieve the same, we feel the same
The difference is in quantum

To every single one of my people
Canada to Berlin
When you see one of my people
Remember that's your kin
And even if they pull away at first
A day begins when they grieve and feel the same
No difference when we drip
In blood
Red is all we get
Now skip, a block away
Lebanon's my twin
We bleed the pain the same
No difference is within
Same shit, same shit I said
Damn, same shit!

So they tell ya
Only you know pain
Only you've smelled Gardenia
So they tell ya
You're lifting all the weight of the world
But I wish they'd tell ya
Look around the boat you're in
Destination Södertälje
They try to sell her
But Pali will remain
And if you forget again and again
I will tell ya
In Kenya
Millions are running away
It's all the same
We're made of pearls, made of pain
We're all familiar
Familia
The grace is in the pace of the snail
God is a snail
The grace is in the pace of the snail