Denise Phua called my people walking time bombs

Then how come I haven’t blown up with all of my songs?

I loved hearing when hate emanates from the diaphragm

Of you icons, pythons… is this mike on?

See I never let bygones be bygones

Power to my people, elevate through this fight song

$18 dollars a day, how they survive on?

See i don’t write songs, I just right wrongs

Assimilation, Discrimination

My nations, migration

No hesitation…

They give staycations

To these white men here to… Cauasians

Please stay where you are

We've come way too far

Where you think that you’re gonna go?

This is UTOPIA

Please stay where you are

We've come way too far

Where you think that you’re gonna go?

This is UTOPIA

The human race is a race to the bottom

I was raised to be a problem

I’m tearing down your columns

I found the foundations rotten

For those that we have forgotten, I got them

Foreign but so much in common

But common sense is not common

So give it up on time for Bangladesh

China, Vietnam, & the Phillipines

Everyone here tryna chase their dreams but

Crazy, which asians made the movie scenes?

Alamak sayang

Kenape wayang

That you don’t hear words that I’m saying?

I sembayang

That I don’t die young

But until then I will just keep on trying…

Sssh

U-to-pia

U-to-pia

Mercy, mercy, mercy for all the mercenaries

'Masek spending our millies, money come they missionary

My time temporary, my genre most necessary

In this rap game I don’t see no contemporaries

I’m a visionary but still got blind spots

The truth that I see inside of these eye sock-ets

And most of y'all missing the point like the Game 6 Houston Rockets

The way I rock it, If I could lead my bros I would tell them to just stop it

My kind of change is putting change in they pockets

But they won’t listen till we messing up the profits

So I posit to pause it till they make deposits

We live in a system that has normalised us

To window shop women as ready-made maids

And to walk oblivious to a brown man stopped and ID checked

Because he poses some kind of a threat…

And to see overcrowded lorries of sleep deprived men riding in the back with the equipment

When birthdays and new years wishes are video calls

From parents to children they haven’t seen in years because

They have left their children to raise ours, to build our buildings

And fulfil our pleasures in this South East Asian Utopia

It’s 6 days a week, 12 hour a day shifts

For these men of gifts… it’s back breaking labour

Building our Marina Bays and Park Colonials and Straits Clans

We are the new-colonialists - they slave away in the heat

So you can enjoy your poolside spray tans

They have sweat equity on stolen sand

But this… this is an access-card only entrance

Little India is policed ad nauseam

We should have a whole museum in honour of the displaced kings and queens who have literally built this nation but to us… they are dispensable

One goes another comes

There will always be a hungry mouth or

Illusion of granduer and a better life that we will not fulfil

And just because they are happy does not make this ‘just’...

That’s why I’m feeling Survivor's guilt in a land they built

Wondering if spitting this truth in silk is saliva split

Because, who is gonna to stand up for Singapore

The first step to justice is recognising that we are all exploited, albeit to different levels

They are as Singaporean as we are because to live in Singapore means to be trapped in a system where we serve to create value for corporations and those in power

We are merely the more valuable cogs

So is this disparity geographical destiny?

Or calculated cycles of poverty?

Wealth is sequestered in a sliver that we will never see

We need a values shift in our society

Where influencers get paid more in loading fees

So I wonder what CNA ever wanted from me?

Is it a quick snapshot of poverty?

Because a single voice cannot end socio-economic inequality in my country

I’m just glad I managed to finesse us a fee