Bolero

Make me your home Feed me cassava from the root Teach me your songs Born in the languages I never knew And I'd never own all of the stories you told But why would I need to? Why would I need? When the sun shines down on the Southside On my little brown world, little brown world When the sun shines down on the concourse On my little world made in the image of you Y yo sé que es temprano Todavía estoy buscando Y yo sé que es temprano Todavía estoy buscando I'll show you my home Feed you my mother's bacalao Play Etta James Sing you the melodies from here and now And you'll never know the price of the glory we hold But why would I need to? When the sun shines down on the Southside On my little brown world, little brown world When the sun shines down on the concourse On my little world made in the image of you-you-you Tell me it's fine to be landless Tell me it's cool that I speak the dialect of thieves Mama tell me that I'm not abandoned I'm not a casualty, I'm not a casualty, nah I'm four years removed from the campus Four years away from makuu and my Nubian truths Mama tell me that I'm not abandoned I'm not a casualty, might be a casualty, but Tell me it's fine to be landless Tell me it's cool that I speak the dialect of thieves Mama tell me that I'm not abandoned I'm not a casualty, I'm not a casualty, nah I'm four years removed from the campus Four years away from makuu and my Nubian truths Mama tell me that I'm not abandoned I'm not a casualty, might be a casualty, but Tell me it's fine to be landless Tell me it's cool that I speak the dialect of thieves Mama tell me that I'm not abandoned I'm not a casualty, I'm not a casualty, nah I'm four years removed from the campus Four years away from makuu and my Nubian truths Mama tell me that I'm not abandoned I'm not a casualty, might be a casualty, but