Where Are You From?

Bring forth this power, welcome to this dream Liberty, brown skin, come shine on me Liberty, brown skin in the mainstream This golden speech is ancestral preach I see your schemes, but I'm ahead of you On stolen land making breakthroughs More than your spice for revenue Don't see my view, come kiss these shoes Check this parade of coloured babes Op-shop bougie, and here to stay I want your rights and your privilege I want your God and your ignorance But you'll never have this holy vision Third-world raised, with queer baptism Fashion on fleek, in my blessed kingdom This is daily life, not an exhibition You make it okay to constantly check my space Your lack of place is displacing me with hate I go from a couch to a car to a lease that will never have my name Hello Mr. Tone Police, you're calling me ingrate? Where are you from? Where are you from? Where are you from? Where are you from? I think not, if you think I'm lost I'm not losing sleep, re-check your gossip Joyfully building all these mansions Disregarding your distractions Believe me I was born this flawless Mean it when you call me Goddess Bring me forth for your shop front pose Use my kindness for your fame (God no!) Call me fierce for your chess game Better pay my cheque, mate Better give me my rupees please Worth more than your dollars, chief Take me to your land and say you don't want it back Take me to your land and say it doesn't make you mad Take me to your land, take me to your land Don't you ever question your connection to the sea? Don't you ever question your connection to the trees? Don't your ever question your God, when you're down to your knees? Take me to your land, take me to your land Take me to your land, take me to your land You think I come from another galaxy You feel intimidated understandably Understandably disconnected from humanity And so you call my whole existence unreality Loug kya kahengay, I don't care what they say Tujhe andaaza bhi nahi, meh anmol hoon Bekaunf hoon, khoobsurat hoon Bekaunf hoon, teri noor hoon And yet you make it okay to constantly check my space You got there first and yet you don't want to make this about race I want to go from a dream to a life with joy that will always have my name Hello Mr. Tone Police, still calling me ingrate? Where are you from? Who's land you on? Where are you from? Who's land you on?