Manto

[Verse 1: Heems]
They pulled him out of Rawalpindi
Nani speak Punjabi, but my mama speakin' Hindi
My only inheritance is broken tongues within me
Generational trauma for Punjabis and the sindhis
What's in a line, I could draw one every time
I stand in line in court when they bagged me for a crime
A sword or a nine, used to tear and divide
They took what's ours, now they say that's not mine
Yo, I dream of ghost trains with the corpses
Opposition forces murderin' on horses
Leave behind broken homes and hearts like it's porcelain
A border divorcin' a soul and it's sources
A nation divided, my people, they riot
I asked my dad why my grandma so quiet
I asked my mom why my grandma's not smilin'
I asked my therapist why I'm always wildin'
Tears on my mom's face, but she's not cryin'
Her subconscious yearns for a home, and she's tryin'
To figure it out, but her dreams are now dyin'
My mom says she doesn't remember, she's lyin'
They say the body keeps the score
I wish we coulda kept our home, but now that's no more
Refugees, we went from bein' poor to bein' poor
Now I drown my pain in whiskey bottles that I pour
Sometimes I feel like Manto
Drink my pain away, I stay smokin' on the fronto
Tried to put us on the side like we was Tonto
Scattered to London, to New York and Toronto
PTSD for somethin' I didn't witness
The doctor said I lack mental fitness
So I put it on the record like it's Guinness
What's in a line? I marvel at it's thinness
Yo, I'm just a product of partition
Need a victims' compensation fund to pay clinicians
Need a physician, I said maybe a magician
Only way to process it is write like it's my mission
I said this my addition
This my addition
Like it's my mission
Yo, yo