Masala

Sit and think about me upbringing And tearing it apart is a serious thing They say I'm confused They say I lost my culture I lost my grassroots All that shit I just give it the boot Cause I know where lies my truth With me coming around the corner with dem boom, boom, boom I hit the dance floor so make some room I'm the crazy Indian let me scream and shout So tell whose selling out First generation American No one knew where I was coming from Fuck the past, what's done is done We'll rule the world together? Cause I got much Masala, yeah, I got much Masala Born and raised in America But when I came home it felt like India Yes! Three languages I read, write, and speak And everybody's saying that my future is bleak I dropped my racism, and I donned my blonde streak So tell me whose culture is weak