Paul Chander - Chutney lyrics

[Verse 1] Teacher asked me what's my caste, I said I don't know I'll ask Inside I felt like I was slashed with like a knife aligned with gla** Only Indian in my cla**, so I guess it's simple math Still hate being the token spokesman quoted for the song and dance I mean at least I had a chance, among my own I barely pa**ed “Is that your name? You look White! Why do you rap you think you're black?” Always trying to chart my path, no one on whose arm I latched Plus in politics there ain't no nuance beyond the white and black On TV we either doctors or some callers on a racist ad Or the Sikhs are m**ms and the m**ms are all Taliban But I hoped for more than that, despite the tropes of hoary pasts Trying to find myself and live my life how I define it as M.D. was the only plan from doting parents hoping that Their sacrifice would so command the course that had promoted them But they couldn't comprehend, see them they had no more options So doing what you love within sounded like dumb indulgent sh** Especially when it's something as unorthodox as politics And how could I even dissent when they had given everything? But I had to look within and trust myself and my vision Even tho it wasn't clear to me that I would sink or swim So though I understood the struggle that my folks made for their kids I had to forge my goals and go for broke so that I know I'd win I had to forge my goals and go for broke so that I know I'd win I had to forge my goals and go for broke so that I know I'd win