Born from the military
Born from an endless war
Born in a place I had to leave behind
When I was four
Left with a missing piece
Left with my family
Left with a mother missing hers while she’s raising me
I love the Philippines
I wish it knew me better
I got it tatted on me
This is my love letter
Respectfully, don't come for me
If I want better
For my people than the son
Of a dictator
Back in 86 when I was 4
I saw, myself
Peoplе Power organizing
While the movеment spread
We were starving
No more nutrí buns to quell unrest
So pardon me if puffy sleeves
Make my stomach retch
American, so I know
The privilege of my stance
No colonizer could seduce me
Not a fucking chance
DNA results are back
I just sent ‘em out
Hunnid percent chance
I’ll punch a fascist in they mouth
I never thought I’d see us
Act so uninformed
Voting for a family
That exploits the poor
Rubbing elbows with the President
On foreign shores
Stop importing rice
Trafficking our own
Domestic laborers
Our people cleaning city floors
Before they came
We was royal, we was dripped in gold
We idolize the money stacks
While they change the facts
Revisionist History
It’s a stealth attack
My paradise is burning
I still want it back
Pray to Bathala
Get they karma back
That’s where the martyrs at
They smile upon me still
Liberation from evil
From the dollar bill
Democratic socialist
Wit a bottom grill
Communist ideals
But drive a Grand National
MAGA or Proud Boy
Country Bumpkin inna field
Holler at me
And that Asian fetish get you killed
