listen to me, and listen good
you won’t hear it elsewhere
this is to make you reassured
a gruff sound from over there

take a sip of your cold, creamy beer
don’t brag though, just be aware
you could’ve been born around here
and i could’ve been born over there

your story then would be mine
it is as simple and cruel as that
get the irony in this harsh design
after all geography is pure kismet

different colors in passports
refer to different statuses
till we find better transports
it is bound to embarrass us

i’m burgundy you are navy blue
can you feel how unequal we are
i can only hope without a single clue
this reality will be tomorrow’s memoir

it didn’t have to be this way though
if it wasn’t for the chosen ones
we’re the puppets, it’s their show
dance already, you heard the drums