Perama to Athens in a black two-door
back for more lessons from the black lowbap lord

looking back
I was touring abroad but small fortune afforded
a two-month course so of course we're recording

the entree was a hit
the minute kaskarika flipped

shit became different
main course about to hit

while this sun is set to split
horizons just reminded me how my life is like a migrant with a limp.

I've return to set it straight

re-trace our footsteps and
re-design our fate.

I re learn the goodness
and leave behind the fake

I've worked hard to push - it better carry weight
Only time my life is cushioned - when I suffocate the state.

the Crisis lies in greek pride
and their lives are decided by the weak minds

fascists try to redesign the street signs

Now the Nazi's invade
from the inside
Golden Dawn is not upon us
I stay dark cause their light is not as honest
we stand alone
like a solo saxophonist

our melodies
are waking in people
placing knowledge in their pockets

better than amphetamines
electric in their sockets
our pedigree is hella mean
you answer when we knock it.

I'm telling you
you better dream
don't stress me if you've lost it

we're hellenic so our letters be a lesson from the prophets

//

Diaspora
Now the tables turn I return to set it straight
Diaspora
Now the world has turned
I return to set it straight

//

The struggle of the migrant
gives me migraines in the night as

I desire to feel alive in
a place that isn't
mine

in the newland
or the homeland

I feel at home
and homeless

in both places and I notice
that the question that it poses

is that do we really know
if our spirit has a home?
or does the land on which we grow
also seep into our bones

and does it sink into our skin

until the point upon return we feel like foreigners again

I feel different here again
and it's harder than the last
like my past forgot my future
and the future lost my past

somehow I'm faced with memories

of faces that I've never seen

so now I feel like I'm returning

to places that I've never been

my hopes are in the smoke
and I see ghosts up in the ocean
I spoke to local folks
they say I'm focussed on atonement

but I can't wash the sins of past

only return with an open heart

I can't ignore the voices within

this is where our journey begins

I feel like I'm cut in half
between the fire and the spark
between my future and my past
between the ocean the mast
between the spoken and the masked

I guess we live two lives

of a god and a king

I'd rather stay a pegasus
than a bird without a wing

I'm returning

//

Diaspora
Now the tables turn I return to set it straight
Diaspora
Now the world has turned
I return to set it straight

//

Απ’την Ελλάδα ο παππούς μου τραγούδησε
<<Είμαι πρόσφυγας ξερίζωμενος ρε>>
Πήρανε δρόμο με τη μανά μου μικρή
Από Διακοπτό, Μονόλιθο και Παραδείσι*

<<Καλό ταξίδι και καλή τύχη>> από
Πελοπόννησο και Ρόδο νησί
δύναμη στην ψυχή,
και τσιγγάνες καρδιές
όπου πάμε καίμε λιβάνι

Fate went
this way then that
it swayed like the boat they saved so long to catch
lives packed
cases stacked
looking back
black in that they knew they'd have to re-enact the Iliad

Ill, sad and already homesick
denying the fact they were leaving their homes
just to be homeless
a small stash
that they’d never get home with
in love they interact
but they know that it's hopeless

They see the harbour and it’s as cold as ever
so they both
hold my mother by her hands together
so they can
find the strength to say their boldest έλα!*
and drop down on the streets with a soul to set up a
new city
a new life

διασπορά
Keep tight pride is needed inside our hearts
these acts would teach me of the past
και τους λένε <<καλή τύχη όπου και αν πας>>