A line about privilege stuck out to me and I thought I'd share these lyrics:
Peace to my third world equivalent.
Even if I can't fight beside you,
I write what I can
To get our fam in other lands to understand your pain
Cause your beef is mine and we one and the same.
And I know about this privilege
But if you're from where I'm from
Then you know a bigger burden comes with it.
And that's what I carry when you see me on a hustle,
I talking as a walking document of our struggle.
Kasamas* hold me down and remember that I love you
And Johnny hold your head up if they ever take me from you.
And please tell him that I tried, don't cry
Cause no matter where you are, a struggle's near by.
And my people building monuments to weather the flood,
I'm a leave how I came screaming covered in blood.
Died once born twice both times we knuckled up
Alongside our people we gon struggle with love.
Struggle with love, struggle with love, struggle with love...
Has its origin from the Filipino verb "to be together".