Where you from, from?

So they ask me,

Where you from?

No, where you really from?

My gut tells me here, but your face says I’m wrong.

You see my blood runs through rivers under a hot latin sun, yet

My mom’s voice quivers when I struggle with my native tongue

No puedo hablar con ella

Cause you’ve convinced me my 

Exotic ambiguity is 

~ enough ~

Well I’m from a colourful home

Full of tastes and sounds that kept me on track

And my dad, he’s had my back, so yeah I feel Pak.

Packed with a heat of peppers so hot they actually live on opposite sides of the globe

And I’ve trekked and I’ve chewed those seeds

And kept their stems in my knapsack

So where’s my home field advantage

When half my team is following God’s plan and 

Allah is in the stands yelling, 

“REBRAND”

And I’m left scared to tell my father I’ve tasted pigs blood right from the sand. 

Yet, here I am.

But where I really come from is 

A place where we ask the land before we take with our hands

Give thanks to the plants

And don’t waste or make trash

Today’s kids are singing to guitars made of bottles and cans.

I’ve seen a rifled man and riffling hands all in the span

Of a week

At 14

What’s that supposed to mean..

To a young girl with big eyes and a dream to find a home

Where she can steady her feet?

Well she can't find answers on TV...

It’s filled with

Misconception and deceit 

Of brown bodies 

Having drug parties 

Laying lazy in the street

When the reality is

Oppression, transgression, government aggression 

meeting poverty

How are we to reach an audience

Of tourism and tropicana 

When we’ve already built a wall so tall

Out of the letters of our transcriptions

Click now for a subscription on how to save the world

So it shouldn’t surprise when I ask you, why you asking me?

Your girl moves miles away and is still asking 

Y U L 

Looking at me, mumbling at me your ideology of who I’m supposed to be

Based on a language I don’t speak 

Si tu as écouté une seconde pour entendre ce que j’ai dit, 

Je suis d’ici

So as you can see, it’s not easy 

To give you the answer you're looking for

Cause I am so much more than the ground floor of where I began this expedition of mine.

So when you ask me, where you from?

No where you really from? 

I don’t got the time. 

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