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Glimpses and smells of mama cooking

Fish sauce, lemongrass, and palm sugar

Grandma ate American cheese over white rice

I wish we had more convos about her life

I remember thinking termite tents was a bounce house

Grew up in single digits, quiet as a small mouse

Nothing changed ‘cept I got Logic and a mic now

Always been a nightbird, nightowl

Cartoons on a Saturday

Hit the court but go o for 4

Used to think I’mma be the next Mugsey Bogues

Yao Ming’s cool but he wasn’t so relatable, nah

Shout out my brother Alex

Kept me sane and gave me a place to stay on days I was sick of working

He taught me that family was more than your blood and birthin'

I apologize for being a nuisance

Uncle Bill taught me not to count your chickens ‘fore they hatch

I grew up in LB, Inglewood, travelling back to back

Watching cars on the 405 everyday

Getting up at 6 or 5 in the morning to flip the dough

My parents was busy at work more than they ever was home

My dad sleepin' on a chair more than he do on his bed out of exhaustion

I hate that, I tell him he’s getting old, so please be cautious

He say he lived this way for forty years and got no options

So all we can do is make him proud amongst the gossip

I was just a teenager, tryna' juggle work, acne, girls, and an essay

Coming home near midnight falling in my bed smelling like coffee,

croissants and chocolate cakes

Falling asleep every ride home from school because this shit I did was critical

Grinding harder than ever because I knew I needed to envision a better future

Harder than hard, but had no lil' baby

I’m sorry to the girls I hurt, I’m sorry for the fakery

I probably ruined your trust in boys for a long time

I think about it every so often, it rarely hides

I kept the pain bottled inside, no cap

Tried not to flip my lid at all the snakes and the rats

See in SoCal I think we’re all fake to a degree

Like eating tacos and having a Disneyland pass is a personality

My parents kinda overprotective

I can’t blame ‘em when the genocide took they relatives

So they can never be too careful

The worst part is as survivors

They all had to be cheats, scammers, and liars

So I’m thankful for the struggle

I’m thankful for the people who carry me like a shuttle

I’m thankful for the opportunity to do more than just live

Since everyday people dying out here as just kids

Senior year I got the letter that I was going to the school of my dreams

But four years later I learned that shit not always what it seems

I was an eager freshman when I walked onto campus with glee

But felt too different when these kids were all lighter than me

There were other asians but it was like they had less vitamin D

I would go back to my room and play my music on repeat

Just to feel something that was familiar, I threw away the keys

To my heart and my insides, to every person I met I threw on a disguise

Lost my motivation to be there and felt like I had failed my parents

Like my grandma lost her brothers and sisters so I could just drop out,

embarrassed

Scared that my family would look at me forever just staring

And I wasn’t sure if I had crossed the line between concern and not caring

About anything, see I thought I was many things

But more than a wedding ring, what’s really unsettling

Is the fact that I felt like I was nobody

And didn’t know what I could bring

To the table of anyone I was around

Imposter syndrome

I was a square around these other shapes more round

I had to toughen up

Mama ain’t dragged her feet in the mud in jungles running from guns so I could

give up now

Papa ain’t slept four hours a day so I could do less than survive,

but really thrive

I realized that I was a man now, I been one since grandma moved on from our

hometown into heaven

When it rains on some days I still think it’s her tears and her blessings

So I kicked through

Told myself I belonged here and it was true

Made it four years doing shit I wasn’t sure if I regretted

But life is life, so it’s all relative and dependent

Graduated but still got an identity crisis

I’m too asian for the white kids, for the asians I’m too Cambodian and for the

Cambodians I’m too American

Damn, finding my place in this world is kinda tricky

I feel like these days I just lost patience

I feel like these days I just been hating

I feel like all the shit I ain’t dealt with just been catching up to me

I been counting my chickens ‘fore they hatch and the ones that did ain’t

clucking comfortably

I’m still angry my mama got the gun pointed at her face on the night shift

And she came back home like ain’t nothing to talk about it

Like she ain’t no stranger around it

That it’s just a fact of life and that’s how we gotta live

Nah

There must be something better

Feel like I can’t be on my own without owing my parents everything it took to

raise me

Feel like if I leave home, if anything bad happen then you could blame me

Feel like I owe it to every Cambodian that came here, or wishes they could

To wipe my shirt, get up and prove I did good

But sometimes I get angry and red on the inside

And the feelings come back to the surface ‘bout my life

That I am a child of death, a product of only circumstance

Or that I can never live up to the footsteps that I am walking in

My girl tell me I should do therapy

But I don’t really see the use in trying to improve

My feelings when I can climb up in the noose

I’m fucking tired

My first crush lost her life in the 3rd grade

So I learned not to hold onto anyone it’s all temporary

I don’t wanna talk about how I feel because I don’t want to be a charity

I don’t wanna die alone tho, I don’t want a stranger to bury me

I had some low points, had to fix myself up like McGyver

I said I’m fucking tired

Everytime I meet someone I’m scared they just want something

Like a relationship is only a bid to the highest buyer

Who cares if I die, my existence conditional, if my people ain’t kill each

other, then who am I?

I don’t wanna be another statistic

I can’t do that to my mama no I can not risk it

Plus my people getting sent back to a country they never called home

That shit is terrifying so I don’t wanna be alone

And I can’t just die for nothin'

Gotta make some noise like it’s percussion

I hate that every time I go out in large crowds I’m always paranoid

Every time I leave home my dad say «be careful» instead of «have fun»

Every time I go out I’m scared I won’t return home

I hate the sound of fireworks

I fear death

And I think sometimes that’s what keeps me going

As nice as it’d be to stop the pain and all the hurting

Feeling nothing is worse than feeling aversion

I don’t know how I made it this far

My dubs just been a reach like I was Ristar

Used to stay calm but now I’m getting really pissed off

So I bang it on the drum pads like I’m Christo

I’m thankful that I can wake up everyday

I’m thankful that I got a place that I can stay

I’m thankful that I got a seat and a plate

I’m thankful that I’m alive and got a brain

Counting chickens before they hatch, hope I don’t make the same mistake

I said I just been counting chickens before they hatch, hope I don’t make the

same mistake

(birds chirping)