Because I learned how to be Irish
Knowing that some people would always think
That I was beyond the pale
I learned how to be Zambian with too little Bemba
To prove I haven't lost my way
But as long as there is copper still inside my blood
Nothing and nobody will ever cause the Zambia
inside of me to rust
And if anyone tries to throw all of my errands to the
dogs
I will bring the hounds out just to show you
What Cú Chulainn's on
You see, we know what it's like to be Patrick
To be tapestry
To be too long prodigal from your homeland
While you are slowly being adopted to another
We are a remix of anthems and flags
We are both the signature and the line, connecting
dots
That too not yet know their correlation
So, no, these are not alien flowers
But, yeah, we're extra terrestrial
Because we've been nurtured by many soils
And we are not the dead branch of a family tree
Falling victim to mental deforestation
Yes, we have been replanted
But we can't forget how we got here
Still fresh off that boat
So if you throw us in the deep end
We'll show you that we know how to float
Not everything is bad about being a rolling stone
Sometimes you just cover more ground that way
Sometimes all of this baggage only has us going on guilt trips
Sometimes second-hand citizenship makes
Video clips, football chants, rugby matches feel like copper bullets
Sometimes The Wind That Shakes the Barley
Blows through you like hurricane season
But we will not let anybody scatter these seeds
Or dictate where they grow
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