Both Sides - MuRli, God Knows

Stories I can’t tell

Should I keep them in heart or my brain cell?

Bet if I give it to the press

I guarantee it’ll sell

About a thousand prints nowadays that’s doing pretty well

It gets harder when you’re skin ain’t fair

I want to get a better job but my name ain’t fair

So I settle for wages like bus fares

And be the roller coaster in your fun fair

I will work so hard till you can’t compare me to no one

I will do everything in pair like Noah

I believe in getting it back twice like job

And for that reason I can’t stop

In spite of the hiccups

And all of that real talk above

Now I’m all about redemption songs like Bob

But I’m MuRli from Togo, citizen by law

That’s just me

Not Everybody

Daddy was a refugee so I’m free

I know a lot of people who’d pay to have this

I pray they’re still them by the time they find it

When the end of the tunnel conceals an abyss

I cry for the souls who die to find bliss

I meet a lot of people who hate this practice

Of me being Irish

And I reply this

I don’t have to be like you

I don’t have to be like you

I don’t have to be like you

Or look like you to be cool like you

Same way

You don’t have to be like me

You don’t have to be like me

You don’t have to be like me

Or act like me to be grand like me