| Sit and think about me upbringing
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| And tearing it apart is a serious thing
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| They say I’m confused
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| They say I lost my culture I lost my grassroots
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| All that shit I just give it the boot
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| Cause I know where lies my truth
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| With me coming around the corner with dem boom, boom, boom
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| I hit the dance floor so make some room
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| I’m the crazy Indian let me scream and shout
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| So tell me whose selling out
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| First generation American
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| No one knew where I was coming from
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| Fuck the past, what’s done is done
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| We’ll rule the world together
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| Cause I got much Masala, yeah, I got much Masala
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| Born and raised in America
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| But when I came home it felt like India
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| Yes! |
| Three languages I read, write, and speak
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| And everybody’s saying that my future is bleak
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| I dropped my racism, and I donned my blonde streak
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| So tell me whose culture is weak |