IS INDIA MY HOME? Lyrics

IS INDIA MY HOME?

It's 2050, I wake up, I see no war

Too many armourred trucks like it's '58, what's the cause?

I call Mustafa like "what's happening? Brodie? where you at?

I'm dumbfounded like I was in a coma, don't know where I'm at!"

He seemed surprised and said "Naava, you still breathing?"

You should be dead from that explosion "I'm like "No kidding"

Im starting to picture these blurry images in my head

Now, I'm thinking it's a nemesis that I got my memory back

It was the very last day of this fabricated war

Meitei-Kuki war that's the image programmed to the mind of pawns

Pawns pawns pawns! Oh right, that's you and me

The truth is cut off from our ears and eyes, and that's true, you see

A bright day with the glares from the blood on the ground

No bird singing, it makes sense from all the shuddery sounds

Bloody day for the innocents fighting on the front

But a big fucking win for all the orchestrators and the um

"Yo yo yo naava, you fine?"

It was Mustafa, almost forgot that I had me on line

He told me he fled to a different country outta the wild

And the family's whole, def with 'em glocks and 'em nine's

See, Mustafa, my naava was never this conflicted

Good kid, maad city like he was king Kendrick

Always close to the metal like some smith now

He told me being Muslim in this country is a big foul

Is India my home?

Can my sisters walk alone on the streets?

Is India my home?

Can my naavas walk free on the streets?

Is India my home?

Is India my home?

Is India my home?

This the voice of all my naavas under your oppression

The reason why my brothers laying breathless on the stretcher

Reason why my sisters coping with the trauma of abusers

The reason why every naava got a metal in the dressers

You can't blame me nah

Did I make this? Baby nah

Shit we been looted off our rights while we was busy saving up

How naavas supposed to pay your taxes with no f job?

Still we do, scraping every penny like these f cops

Did I forget to mention? We bribe our way to employment

That's like paying a prostitute just to f us up

Then butter up soon as you get the cheque every month

Back the system up until they chain your legs and shut you up

I'm talking to the people in power, y'all very foul

Educated Indians know what the fuck I'm talking about

First, we get discriminated on how we look

Now they got us killing our own in every crook

Institutionalised minds programmed with 'em hard lies

Like drug dealers going wild as soon as they break ties

Kuki-Meitei going back and forth like a tug of war

While these opportunists benefiting from our battle scars

God damnit

These regional politicians straight puppet

Follow they master like a bitch and they love it

Do they care for the people, I doubt it

They just want the pocket thick like they brain and the groupies, yeah

Stack it then lock it

Systemic oppression been a part of our lives

It was "Go back Simon", now it's coming to light

Overthrow the masters, then learn all they teachings aight

But how you gon apply to us what you done put up the fights for?

Where are the rights for us?

How we Indians and treat us like foreigners?

Deprive the youngins with jobs and provide heroin

How you let the hand with extendos extend to the fullest?

And cut off the one with the pen, man this system is stu-