All I wanted was connection,
But in the face of such rejection
I internalised this feeling and internalised my frown
But don’t say it’s cos your brown man
Nah man don’t say it’s cos your brown
Why identify with pain?
Can’t you see we’re all the same?
There’s no colours, only lovers, only love for one another, We all sisters, we all brothers
Why identify as ‘other’?
Don’t say it’s cos your brown though
Nah, don’t say it’s cos your brown
Other, over there,
Wrong side of the gate
Got kicked over cos of fear,
Got pushed over cos of hate
Saying we’re all the same,
Just shows you can’t relate
Can’t even contemplate
The level of contempt that can tempt a man to kill
With no hesitation
How hate infiltrates his mind, like he thinks we have this nation
Wants his country back,
Didn’t know it was his nation
Mr Misinformation,
Blaming us for the state of this damn nation
Blinkered to the truth cos my skin is his fixation
Reading horror stories on the net
Thread after thread,
Of total fabrication
Wish I could change the station
But every channel is overflowing,
With boat loads of frustration
That is what I’m dealing with,
That’s the situation
I want to believe we are the same
No colours, no others, no shame
Cos identity is heavy man,
It’s like dragging around a chain
That started with your name,
But where does the chain end?
When will the pain end?
It makes the mind bend
The cognitive dissonance,
The ambivalence to one another
Like, who drew the line that made us the ‘other’?
Who decided which colours paint us coloured?
Why can’t we tear up this playbook?
Instead of tearing each other down?
I’d love to internalise your love for me
Turn this frown upside down
Eventually forget I ever said..
It might be cos I’m brown, man,
It might be cos I’m brown..
Tag: race
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Mr Brown
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Go back to Africa
Oi Paki, Go back to Africa!
What?!
Why you shouting at me?
Man what’s your problem?
Besides shit geography
Why you deriding my ancestry?
Ancestry
It means where my heritage is from
Heritage is..tut
Come school more init dumb dumb!
Learn a bit of history
Let’s solve that mystery
Instead of spitting my way
Like some sort of enemy
Like some sort of damn monkey
Irony
That you call me gorilla
But it’s you making chimp noises
Three apes and not one is me
Fuck geography
Watch some Attenborough
Get basics on zoology
Nah it’s not the study of zoos
Put down the zoot
Your dumbness isn’t cute
You racist waste of air
Let’s face it, life isn’t fair
Just cos you’re fair
You get more than your fair share
And some to spare
I don’t mean cash, although the stats say you do
I know your broke
Your dad’s on coke and mums battered
In more ways than one
And you’re their only wasteman son
It’s fair to say fair boy
That you ain’t won
But you don’t even know your white
Do you?
Like Harry potter’s invisibility cloak
The world sees straight through you
What’s that like?
It’s gotta be nice man
To not wake up and think..shit
I’m still a paki
Not that im ashamed
But why do I gotta represent all of us?
Or answer for all of us?
You, white boy, you’ll never know
You’re out of their sights boy
So in a way you’ll never grow
Grow a thick skin and internalised hatred
The kind that burns inside kind of hatred
The why me god, I hate myself kind of hatred
You got your own battles
Yet you beat on me
You hurt, so you hurt
Bro why cant you see?
Poor white boys and poor pakis
Different branches same tree
I’m Yorkshire, you’re Tetleys
Just not your cuppa tea!
Seriously though
Pay attention in geography!
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In my name
Cry for me, my hands are tied
Bathed in blood I didn’t ask for
Ashamed of my name taken in vain, tainted with stains and it pains me
Abused anew day by day,
One says ‘vote for me, I will fight for his name’
Another cuts a throat for me, in my honor many has he slain
Ever ready to fight
With harrowing words like bullets in flight
Messing up lives in my name, dressing up lies in a song
Though the words never came from my tongue
There is no righteous nor pious, merely decadent engorging on spiritual word play from within
Defiance is stoned as a sin
A sin, what is a sin? Staking a claim on common sense under the pretense of morality
Clenched in this fist of morality lays the power to determine ones own fate in mortality?
Woe be to thee who falls under their banner of infidelity
For you do not know my name
Nor can you lay claim to understanding my power nor my fame
Looking up you see the strings
I’m the one now dancing and they are the ones who sing
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No man’s land
Sipping the devils juice, his existence is far from real to me
Legends of faith, warriors of God its all just so surreal to meI followed the same passages how did i get lost along the way?
When I needed help, I was told to kneel and prayMy complexion is perplexing, which shade is my own?
Stand with whites, stand with browns or do I stand alone?Lies are my comfort, they hold the world above my shoulders
Inevitably they will kill me, their weight bears down like bouldersSmiles of my loved ones and harmony in my mind
One or the other since both I’ll never findI don’t know who I am, I don’t know where to stand
I relate to one yet belong to another. I am no man’s land.
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