Burfi Songtext
von Samsa

Yo, L.I. double-R, bayside train line
Grew up on butter chicken, a double-digit waistline
Stubble on my face like, when I′m on a plane ride
People don't wanna sit on the same side, what?

Look at me I′m harmless, I'm wearin' a tank top
What could I be armed with? You can have the aisle seat
You can have the armrest, you can have the barf bag
This is not a bomb test (This is not a bomb test)

Soccer moms nervous when I′m sittin′ on a flight
So brown that I'm I′d ticketed at lights
Hot sauce, white sauce, yes, chicken over rice
So brown, copped the Ali Zafar album, yes, I listened to it twice

Hookah high school parties, always visited the heights
Mom never let me kick it overnight
On a curfew, mom wanted me to go to Berkley
Dad wanted me to get into Islamic clergy


Chachoo said he'd work me in his diner makin′ burfi
"Bilkul jasi ghar ke," I was playin' Kirby
Nightmare, dreamland, I was watchin′ He-Man
Eastside Queens, never talk to the police man, please man

Barry said that we can
Try to get it all done within a weekend
See the same dumb sh- up on C-SPAN
Where the change at? Strip the world down like a teen cam

And it's gone in a flash
Everything solved with a bomb and its blast
'Long as the promise of cash is involved, no impossible task
Like nah, we had no other options with that

Middle East with some peace, yeah, one day
Body cams on police, yeah, one day
White punk shootin′ schools, they don′t update rules
'Cause Americans in love with they gunplay

Pow, someday, Sunday
Go to church, amen, God is the one way
Anybody not on board, aww, buddy we deport
We wanna be great again, do what Trump say


That man is godawful, compares to none
Melting pot is what makes us American
Still watch during convos, parents judged
From their accents, hmm, think where we′re from

Latinos all hoodlums that carry guns, right?
Criminals, rapists, sellin' drugs, right?
Stealin′ our jobs, it ain't fair to us, right?
Privileged cops who prepared to cuff, right?

Hands up, but the cop scared, he bust like
Pow, and it′s done, was nowhere to run, right?
One last breath from his pair of lungs
From that night he was tryna get his errands done, nice

All hail the monarch, the pharaoh king
About to diddle in the East like the Arab Spring
It's embarrassing, let's ban refugees, huh?
I just want a slice of that New York Pizza

I′ve even got a shirt saying, "I love Isa"
I drew a little picture of you on my Visa
Oh great conquistador
More the type to visit moms on the eastern shore

Than a villain on a felony police report
Ain′t you heard it's impolite, what you eavesdrop for?
Phone tap, PAT act, what a turn of events
MAGA turning time back, made em′ yearn for the past tense

Gave Lady Liberty an urn full of ashes
A term full of facists, a cabinet of flammable gases
Burnin' our flag with alternative facts
Now we turnin′ our backs to the masses

Fake news, false reporters
Build a wall on the border with caulk and mortar
Not law and order, turn a circus to a theme park
Even if you got a ticket and a green card

America the darling, America the sweetheart, the police state
From the Bronx to the Verrazano freeway
Middle East, Russia, terrorism three-way
Mom doesn't know if she should feel safe

Never used to lock doors, now we check the key fob
Now she goes to J Crew, never wear the hijab
Now we make our own chai, never hit the sweets shop
Abbu think we got bugs hidden in the sheetrock

Ammi think I ought to get myself a real job
Too afraid to protest, all we do is read blogs
Never do we bleed out, all we do is treat clots
All it is is foreplay, never hit the G-spot