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letra de assimilate - omar musa

“first of all this is australia, ah, we are not islamic. uhhm, we’ve also, ah, been, (stutters words), we’ve had this imposed on us. if they don’t change their ways and start, uhm, acting as patriotic australians, they deserve what they get.”

(verse 1) omar musa
you’ll never catch me alive (f-ck that) i’m going down swinging
you want me to -ssimilate? (i don’t want to fit in)
to a highly polished sheen of australiana dreams
why would i be part of a colonial regime?
(i dig deep) deeper than my own grave
90 years ago i would have been buried with no name
white australia policy embedded in the veins
of the great southern sham that they want to reclaim
i won’t pretend it’s the same for all of us, i’m a brown man living on black land
benefit from the theft and the blood on my hands and the pain that i’ll never understand
but i stand with, band with ‘em, we transition the notes, handwritten to a future beyond
the ambition, plant seeds of grand vision of righting the wrongs, we fan fires

(chorus)
tell me what you see, do you see no evil, hear none either
i dance like ali, its a fight to be equal, we all just want to be free
they want me to -ssimilate, -ssimilate, they want me to -ssimilate
i’m not a man to intimidate, you’re looking dusty, time for you to ventilate

(verse 2) omar musa
this is for the dreamers, model minority achievers
think you got it safe if approved for a visa
eager to please, but you put your foot wrong, and they go into a seizure, take you to the cleaners
then they talk about the hand that feeds ya, remember, it’s also the hand that beats ya
they’ll tell you go home even though its your birthplace, it means that they didn’t think you aussie in the first place
can’t fool a man like me
f-ck re-specta-bili-ty
big b-lls, 5’10 dark skin
i swim through the mainstream like a shark fin
king like i’m standing on a terrace, a heretic way before populate or perish
criticise the venom we inherit in the tongue of the oppressor
you know that i mean it when i’m yelling

(post chorus)
time for you to ventilate
time for you to ventilate
time for you to ventilate
time for you to ventilate

(verse 3) tasman keith
look at my scarred skin, a product of the system my wisdom was raised in
they tell you lighten up when you come from dark kin
but i ain’t never hear that and i never caved, in
-ssimilate, racism on dinner plate, with a side of c-ke, and not just to facilitate
cause i’m about to open because i feel the way, they love the black until the white man vindicates
i would never wanna get in on rights that they reside
genocide and gentrified a country in no time
through trauma pain and loss, i lost my only piece of mind
they try to sell it back but i ain’t take a stolen, dime
oooh, they tell the baker make the bread
and if you don’t comply you’ll wear the rope upon your neck
oooh sh-t, i guess i must be dead, cause i don’t even fit in with the half-cast set

- omar musa

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