Stateless
I don't care much about your homeland
What I want is your grace
You talk about roots, but you forget, my friend
That we are all a bit out of place
I don't care much about your homeland
Let alone pledging in schools
No, we can't bury our heads in the sand
And be waving flags like some kind of fools
You're so proud of your nation
And even say that you would die for it
But isn't it just your birth location?
Something for which no one should get credit
You say you're so proud of your nation
And its makers in the skies above
No need to glorify your civilization
You could just be thankful for a place you love
I don't wanna see a nation
'Cause what a country is to me
Is just made up lines of segregation
No, what I see is legacy
So please don't be proud, just be glad
To have the privilege and luxury
To consider those who you think had it bad
And were not born in your country
And I get that they are mad
At you, at me, at history
Those who came before us took all they had
But the future's what we want it to be
I wish I could be stateless
And this childish game would finally end
We would see we're all in the same mess
And on the same island
We're all in the same mess
And on the same island
What I want is your grace
You talk about roots, but you forget, my friend
That we are all a bit out of place
I don't care much about your homeland
Let alone pledging in schools
No, we can't bury our heads in the sand
And be waving flags like some kind of fools
You're so proud of your nation
And even say that you would die for it
But isn't it just your birth location?
Something for which no one should get credit
You say you're so proud of your nation
And its makers in the skies above
No need to glorify your civilization
You could just be thankful for a place you love
I don't wanna see a nation
'Cause what a country is to me
Is just made up lines of segregation
No, what I see is legacy
So please don't be proud, just be glad
To have the privilege and luxury
To consider those who you think had it bad
And were not born in your country
And I get that they are mad
At you, at me, at history
Those who came before us took all they had
But the future's what we want it to be
I wish I could be stateless
And this childish game would finally end
We would see we're all in the same mess
And on the same island
We're all in the same mess
And on the same island
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Writer(s): Leïla Bendifallah
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