You were born in a Mumbai slum, who tells your story?
The old father drives a car to serve others, and the old mother is a housewife for life;
The walls of the family are barely enough, the house is cramped and the outside is dirty;
There is a younger brother below, a grandmother above, the old father remarries the old mother and weeps;
The dog is uneasy and the reality is cruel, where do you want to talk to?
You are born smart and comprehensible, and you work hard for success the day after tomorrow;
All social classes have a fixed number, no matter how good they are, they can only be mediocre;
My childhood sweetheart came from a wealthy household, and I love you as much as I did before;
There are many barriers in the family, and there is no turning back for underground love;
She aspires to be a surgeon, and you expect white-collar work;
Approaching graduation and looking forward to the future, the whole family relies on you to turn around and call the shots;
And you see the gap between the rich and the poor, the rich are lonely and the poor are slaves;
The two worlds poke your heart, where do you want to talk to?
Your friends are from the street, and life is forced to be sneaky;
You are angry at illegal actions and feel helpless to sympathize with the weak;
Rap provides you with an outlet, and the feeling pours out of your chest;
I met a master by chance and offered the lyrics to ask him to use it;
The master refused to tell you clearly, who will speak for you if you don’t talk about it?
You are in the ring like thunder, and you want to talk here!
Rap opens up the stage for you, your performance is very good;
Friends help open the way for you, and your video is taken from the street;
The popularity of the Internet is soaring, and even your stepmother claps for you;
However, the family is afraid of your freedom, and the patriarchy forces you to stop;
The old father served others all his life, and the uncle only believed that the poor would lose;
You see your parents as slaves all your life, you don't believe that fate is so unfair;
Even if he was beaten, scolded and expelled, he gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat.
Childhood sweethearts are by your side, and when you meet a girl, it is like old friends;
The girl comes from the wealthy American family, and freedom and rebellion attracts your attention;
Unable to hold on to the night of romance, I regret it too late to say it;
Lost a lover, lost a job, lost a home, lost help;
In order to survive at all costs, illegal gains cannot last long;
The accomplice was caught and repented, and you want to confide in rap.
Street boys can also chase their dreams, and the rap stage kicks off;
What is a rich second-generation opponent, your life is really cruel;
You speak out with rap, and your confidants become aspirations;
Your works attract people's attention, and your performances are admirable;
Lovers and friends are moved by you, and the reunion is enviable;
The old father and mother saw it, moved with pride, shame and weeping;
The elderly and children in the slums are inspired by you one by one;
Art comes from hard life, and every word is touching;
It was a hit and finally became popular, who said that the poor cannot pursue it;
You were born in a Mumbai slum and your story is told by you!
【over】
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Author: Zhu Xiaowen
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