We May Look Different

But We See The Same Sky

We may see different

But we cry the same cry



To wake up daily, 

And sleep better nights,

Thats what we all wish for to seek a better life, right?

It's unfortunate, when tragedys strike,

But the truth is reality bites,

June 4th 89, a day residents fear

Now known as The Massacre At Tiananmen Square

The day I turned seven they were mourning and grieving

Thousands of innocents die for what they believed in

Come with nothing but heart and a point to prove

Stood infront of tanks and refused to move

What Would You Do?

Run or stand still whens your lifes on the line 

To test a mans will

Seeking change and they found but in death 

Strangers yet they were my blood and flesh

This happened in China, 

But you ain't gotta be asian to relate

To the struggle, pain and hard aches





You'll never know,

You'll never get it,

There is no choice,

We can't forget it

We look up

We see the same sky

We look up

We cry the very same cry



See, I'm a grown man

It hurts when I turn on the news

And see thats going on in my homeland

This SARS epidemic, could've been lives

Could've stand for Should Asians Really Survive

They'll try anything to break your family apart 

Politics could break down the manliest heart 

Can the child within my heart rise above

If theres a billion of us I shouldn't have to look for love

Overpopulation, but damn just to meet the needs

Its illegal to have more than one seed

How can you dictate birth regardless the women

And the parents they make the hardest decisions

Sons keep their family names so thats not an option

Imagine having to put your daughter up for adoption

And even though its beyond your control

Keep your head up heres a sond for your soul







If you don't know where you came from

You can't get the way your trying to go

Theres ain't denying so, its true

I got some big shoes to fill

But If I don't lead the movement, then who will

Stuck between a rock and a hard place

Thinking about the refugees that went to see god's place

16,000 miles across the ocean tides

Some died, some got lucky and survived

I wouldn't call it luck, they reached their destination

Modern day slavery without the plantation

Them sneakers on your feet cost $100 a pop

My peoples making 50 cents a day in sweatshops

To make them kicks, so you can look good.

Think we open restaurants cause we cook good?

Hell No, we ain't got no choice

I gotta speak up, without me my people have no voice