Yes it's Denizen an exhalation of breath
and these Typical Cats will make the session start fresh
Yes it's I grip tight the lemon scented mic device
these Typical Cats will make the session start right
See I was born with two tongues but no green card
my skin marked by the immigration narratives of my people drifting apart
Of the two worlds I reside in the high yellow phantasm, of an undiscovered future
I am to breach the chasm between my mother's memory and my hazy prison I so knew
Languages off the scraps of my hand-me-down clothes
I grip with ten toes the type or types are putting fact in funk
deliver colder than statistics, bubble hot like a Cali trunk
I dwell in the fertile valley between ghosts and history
subvert the dogma lefty-loosy righty-tighty every time I speak
Conjunction junction what's ya function my assumption
that the fearful face of my future would fall and then my punching is in question
Ghosts grip my chest and I can't breathe
panic brings my chinky eyes wide and then I can't read
Roll and I tumble and I cry the whole night long
roll and I tumble and I cry the whole night long
But my creator calls the human out the thinnest of the vapors
I tease the story out the blankness of the paper
I can weave a family out the scarlet of a sin
and write the world in which my seed will be at ease inside his own skin
See Miss Liberty stagger with evictions falling out
I tap with two tongues against the inside of my mouth
Had a date with assimilation, but I stood her @$# up
and made love to the multi-color features brimming in my cup
Because the end comes quick, ego says quit
I say work is love let my body be a brick
Because the end comes quick and ego says quit
I say work is love let my body be a brick
and these Typical Cats will make the session start fresh
Yes it's I grip tight the lemon scented mic device
these Typical Cats will make the session start right
See I was born with two tongues but no green card
my skin marked by the immigration narratives of my people drifting apart
Of the two worlds I reside in the high yellow phantasm, of an undiscovered future
I am to breach the chasm between my mother's memory and my hazy prison I so knew
Languages off the scraps of my hand-me-down clothes
I grip with ten toes the type or types are putting fact in funk
deliver colder than statistics, bubble hot like a Cali trunk
I dwell in the fertile valley between ghosts and history
subvert the dogma lefty-loosy righty-tighty every time I speak
Conjunction junction what's ya function my assumption
that the fearful face of my future would fall and then my punching is in question
Ghosts grip my chest and I can't breathe
panic brings my chinky eyes wide and then I can't read
Roll and I tumble and I cry the whole night long
roll and I tumble and I cry the whole night long
But my creator calls the human out the thinnest of the vapors
I tease the story out the blankness of the paper
I can weave a family out the scarlet of a sin
and write the world in which my seed will be at ease inside his own skin
See Miss Liberty stagger with evictions falling out
I tap with two tongues against the inside of my mouth
Had a date with assimilation, but I stood her @$# up
and made love to the multi-color features brimming in my cup
Because the end comes quick, ego says quit
I say work is love let my body be a brick
Because the end comes quick and ego says quit
I say work is love let my body be a brick
Based on the lyrics of this song I am able to assume that the speaker was an immigrant. His first line uses the word “denizen” which is “anything adapted to a new place”. (dictionary.com).This already suggests that the speaker is not in his original home. He then continues the song mentioning a lemon scented mic device. I’m not sure what that has to do with anything, I think he just added it because it sounds cool the way he says it in the song. But then he starts talking about immigration again. He says “I was born with two tongues but no green card.” By two tongues he means the ability to speak two languages, English and whatever his native language was. But he doesn’t have a green card; I don’t think I have to explain what that means. Then he talks about the experiences of an immigrant. He talks about everything pretty much, stories about crossing the border, poverty, his struggle with comprehending a different language. And then again he insinuates that he’s talking about immigration when he mentions lady liberty. When he says evictions falling out I think he’s referring to people getting kicked out of the country. When he says he stood up assimilation he suggests that he’s not worried about fitting in but instead he’s going to “make love to the multi-color features brimming in his cup.” By this he means he accepts and enjoys the diversity of the nation. I don’t know what to say about his last line.
