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