Sit and think about me upbringing       And tearing it apart is a serious thing       They say I'm confused       They say I lost my culture I lost my grassroots       All that shit I just give it the boot       Cause I know where lies my truth       With me coming around the corner with dem boom, boom, boom       I hit the dance floor so make some room       I'm the crazy Indian let me scream and shout       So tell whose selling out       First generation American       No one knew where I was coming from       Fuck the past, what's done is done       We'll rule the world together…       Cause I got much Masala, yeah, I got much Masala       Born and raised in America       But when I came home it felt like India       Yes! Three languages I read, write, and speak       And everybody's saying that my future is bleak       I dropped my racism, and I donned my blonde streak       So tell me whose culture is weak