Made in Two Worlds

Moms and pops hit the states in ‘79,

Dreams in their luggage, a new world to find,

Born in the eighties where the sirens never die,

Indian blood, but I lived with the struggle in my eyes.

Classrooms laughed when I pulled up in my shoes,

Skin too brown for their narrow-minded views,

Lunchbox filled with the flavors of my home,

They made fun of curry, but the pain made me grown.

I bled both flags, lost in the in-between,

Grew up American, kept my heritage unseen,

But every seed I planted from the concrete cracks,

Built me up strong so I’d never look back.

From the ghetto to the stage, I carved my name,

No silver spoon, just hustle and pain,

Family turned strangers when I couldn’t make it rain,

Now I’m drippin’ success, but they only wanna claim.

Self-made in this world, never owned but the dream,

American anthem with a Bollywood theme.

Uncles with the 711s, Dunkin’s on the block,

‘Nephew, get a job,’ but the offer never dropped,

I bagged groceries and rhymed in the dead night,

Wrote my own story when the family closed tight.

Cousins chased degrees while I battled for the mic,

Tales from the gutter, I turned pain into hype,

Rap game an outcast ‘til I blew up the charts,

Put my heritage in verses, made the culture play a part.

I bled both flags, lost in the in-between,

Grew up American, kept my heritage unseen,

But every seed I planted from the concrete cracks,

Built me up strong so I’d never look back.

From the ghetto to the stage, I carved my name,

No silver spoon, just hustle and pain,

Family turned strangers when I couldn’t make it rain,

Now I’m drippin’ success, but they only wanna claim.

Self-made in this world, never owned but the dream,

American anthem with a Bollywood theme.

Let ‘em line up for a handout, but they ain’t part of my grind,

Didn’t answer calls when I was breaking my mind,

I shattered every ceiling with the truth in my rhymes,

Freedom tasted sweet when I left them behind.

Now the cash stacks tall, but my soul stays lone,

Had to lose a family so I could build my own,

Blending colors of my past into a legacy grown,

Devoured the American dream, made the struggle my home.

From the ghetto to the stage, I carved my name,

No silver spoon, just hustle and pain,

Family turned strangers when I couldn’t make it rain,

Now I’m drippin’ success, but they only wanna claim.

Self-made in this world, never owned but the dream,

American anthem with a Bollywood theme.One foot in the future, one foot in the past,

Cheers to the boy who made the struggle last,

I forged my own path, I answered my own call,

Made in two worlds, but I’m standing tall.