Pot Luck Baby

Where I’ll go Oh, I ask myself Where’s my home? My mum on the phone She’s speaking Igbo All I do is stand and try to understand Feel rage as I land My head into my hands Like why didn’t you teach me? Could have been easy Than going back to home soil Nodding as they laugh Feeling like a fraud I’m all ‘o dị mma’d out This sprinkled saying Repeated doubt How to explain it Cry it out dear Mourn the blues Of a tongue you never knew Age of forget Who’s to blame For what they were promised when they camе Ask myself Where I’m gonna еnd up, potluck baby I’m compelled to know where this old soul will call home I close my eyelids I feel my mind shift Warmth in my blood & heat on my shoulders The total polar to what we settled for In this red, white & blue The chokehold still ensues Hidden by the green grass The stories they tell They done suffer well, well I’m over the ins & outs Confusion wrestles It mars my mind & it won’t settle Cry it out dear Mourn the blues Of a tongue you never knew Age of forget Who’s to blame For what they were promised when they came Ask myself Where I’m gonna end up, potluck baby I’m compelled to know where this old soul will call home