heinek’n 101 barz studiosessie 9

Sevn - Save Me ( - BONUS)

10. Sevn - Tellies (ft. Jairzinho & Kevin)

They love our food,
our colors,
our weddings.
But not our faces when the sun hits right.
So let’s talk truth.

They say “Desi pride,” then sell chai on merch,
brown skin trend till the season invert.
Bollywood filter, accent cute,
but if I talk real, they mute.
They love “spice,” not the scars,
love “culture,” not the wars.
Want the sari, not the sweat,
post my pain as internet pet.
Yo pind di mitti — not your stage,
my roots don’t fit your page.
You dance on rhythm I bled to make,
your fusion playlist, my earthquake.

Main Desi, not exotic show,
you love the beat but not the blow.
Patta dharti, still I rise,
not your trope, not your prize.

They clap when I drop a “yo bro Singh,”
but flinch when the truth got sting.
Brown on TV — curry or crime,
pick a role, make it rhyme.
Call it proud when it’s profit-made,
culture’s rich, but we still underpaid.
No palace, no snake charm myth,
I’m working two jobs just to exist.
From Southall lane to Surrey flat,
we grind where the dreams fall flat.
Mitti’s deep, but rent is deeper,
heritage don’t pay the meter.

I’m not your chai latte mood,
not your “Namaste” for the views.
Patta dharti, seed and stone,
we built these blocks, we not alone.

They want the wedding scenes, not the rain,
want the gold, not the pain.
No caste talk, no farm fight,
keep it glossy, keep it white.
Diaspora flex, but truth’s still raw,
immigrant hands still scrub that floor.
We rap in tongues that survived divide,
our English don’t hide the genocide.
You quote Tagore, skip the wound,
you sell our gods with auto-tune.
I’m both worlds, but I ain’t your blend,
I’m brown, I’m loud, I won’t pretend.

Patta dharti, mitti cry,
we don’t fade, we multiply.
Roots ain’t myth, they bleed, they climb,
desi heart — not for prime time.

See the headline — “Brown boy made it!”
till one slip, they underrate it.
Still token face in a foreign club,
they spin my sound, not my blood.
Don’t need your crown, I got my grind,
broke the frame, drew my mind.
We global long before you streamed,
we the reason “fusion” dreamed.
From Lahore dust to East End stage,
our rage the ink, our truth the page.
My nana’s prayer, my accent’s glitch,
my story ain’t your aesthetic niche.

Patta dharti, we stand raw,
no filter, no applause.
Mitti strong, no pose, no mask,
we the future — unasked.

Don’t call it world music.
Call it what it is —
the world you ignored till we made it loud.

Brown skin trend (DESI Rap reload)

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