Air Mail

Fly Pinay wit the hairdo bouncin’
7000 Islands, still countin’
Peace to Smoky Mountain
And all the children, livin’ in squalor
Prolly why my father wanted more
For his daughters...
I never knew why we left and how we came
Fresh out the motherland, fresh off the plane
5 years old, shit’ll never be the same
For this Philippine-born
Wanna-Be American
She decided right then
Lost her native tongue
So that she could fit in
Found hip hop, damn, where have you been?
Guеss I left to find you
Hello, my new friеnd
I felt I couldn’t be me, whoever that was
Looking real silly to me
So I had look back for some answers
Can’t really know where you’re headed
‘Less you know about ya ancestors

Me and the ghetto are one
One in the same
We speak the same language
Of hardship and pain
No wonder why I struggled with friends
Couldn’t relate when they got a new Benz
At the age of sixteen
I was lucky, I guess
That my Pops stuck around for as long as he did
And my Moms toughed it out
They was holding me down
No choice but stay in school
‘Cause they all dropped out
It’s a family affair
And though we share the same blood
I was never aware
That we suffer from the same
Sickness from where we came
It’s the mind of a colonized
Brown Girl -Thang
You wouldn’t understand
But then, maybe you could
I spent so many years
Being misunderstood but now
Now it’s time to tell my story
Like the words in the hook
It’s time to tell my story
Like the words in the hook

CHORUS
“Sa bughaw na buhangin
Doon ako maghihintay
Abutin man ng takipsilim
Ang langit man ay magdilim”
(“In the blue sand, there I will wait
If it reaches dusk only the sky will turn dark…”)