Released on March 6, 2020

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[Chorus]

Please just let me live for two minutes

They won't let me live, they're too wicked

Voice inside my head got too vicious

So can I live?


[Verse 1]

I'm like Dum Ali Ali Ali (Ali Ali)

For Nursat Fateh Ali, Muhammad Ali and Makaveli

Tryna put Pakis on the telly (Uh)

Growing up there weren't any, now we 24-7

Either Isis or Emmys (One or the other)

Watching Rami sipping Rémy, rep 'til they resent me

Hope my people proud and don't forget me

Hope my people don't just end up as a memory

Eventually they wanna round us up like we cattle

When I'm chatting woke on a panel

'Cause we up the sticks with no paddle

But I'm brown as fuck, here to battle

They told our story so we don't adore we

Self hating, face all bleached, got me at war with me

Kill us or make a killing off us (Uh-huh)

Drop a bomb or fairness products (Yeah)

But that's finished, there's a million of us (Yeah)

If you don't like it here's a dick you can suck


[Chorus]

Please just let me live for two minutes

They won't let me live, they're too wicked

Voice inside my head got too vicious

So can I live? (Can I live?)


[Verse 2]

Was this part of the plan?

Am I putting my foot down, or tap dancing for the man?

All the scars on my heart earned me 50 grand

Unwanted by blondes, now they ask for a tan

Sunblock up on my face, my people's blood on my hands

My people floating face down, my people sinking in sand

My people ain't niche, my people are the niche for His lamp

They us taught me cricket and shame, I'm a teach you to stand

No man's land, I'm no land's man

We just pose on the 'Gram and own Lambos and go like lambs

They love this rubber dinghy rappin', bro, they all shake hands

They want advice, I tell 'em, "Keep your Pak passport stamped"

These are the lands that keep us from reaching a land

That we can call ours, Rohingya, Uighur or yank

It's deeper than that, I keep thinking we should go back

But where the fuck we gonna go, bro? We got no land

Grow up bumping Black Star, yeah, time for a brown one

Fresh back on the boat, let's go, they want us out, son

East and west are clashing and cash is my only outcome

Yeah, I'll go back home if you tell me where I'm from