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letra de can i live - riz ahmed

[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 f-ck, here to battle
they told our story so we don’t adore we
self hating, face all bleached, got me at war with me
k!ll us or make a k!lling 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 d-ck 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 f-ck 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

- riz ahmed

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