MTLIEN - Wasiu, Tommy Kruise, Dear Lola

I’m a M-T-L-I-E-N

You can’t tell me where I begin

I’m a M-T-L-I-E-N

You can’t tell me where I fit in

From birth I was a OutKast

Always feeling this Too African for Haitians

Too Zoe for Nigerians

White folks said «you black so you ain’t us»

I’m born here, they tell me «to go back where you came from Monkey»

See the city don’t really love me

Our province don’t fit into the country

My country’s barely in the industry

'Cept a few lucky ones from the same clump, what about us?

I’m a M-T-L-I-E-N

You can’t tell me where I begin

I’m a M-T-L-I-E-N

You can’t tell me where I fit in

Too ghetto for burbs

Too suburban for the streets

In the middle seeking clarity, disturbing all the peace

I know !

It’s ludicrous

Pursuing all this music shit

Especially from a place

Where if it ain’t French, you ain’t doing shit

I pray the lord can help me through this shit

My mom’s a Christian, my pop’s a Muslim

I’m confused as shit

Despite the obstacles I’ll make it, let me prove it bitch

All you coming for my head, can suck the hugest dick

I’m a M-T-L-I-E-N

You can’t tell me where I fit in

Yeah

Outer space, MTLien

Outer space