Honor lyrics

Chorus (Sandra Oh)
Thank you, but it's an honor
Just to be asian
Honor
Just to be asian
Honor
Just to be asian
Honor
Just to be asian

Verse 1 (jason chu)
From gold skin to cinnamon
Green cards and citizens
Airlifts, university scholarships, and immigrants
Dark hair and irises
Young without collagen
Whatever we playin at you know we be killin it
Humble but dominant
Grew up an acrobat
Flip from laundromat to graduate to diplomat
Called Chinamen by the ignorant
The wise they call them gentlemen
Yall know what time it is -
I love my people how we haggle at the markets
Take a family vacation to the outlets
Eatin out it’s not a question if we gon split
Or if anyone take the last portion, no
I love the smell of salt and sweet
Gold in the air like the sun off the beach
I love the stories that make us so unique
You can copy the food but the soul is outta reach
It's an honor
Chorus (Sandra Oh)
Honor
Just to be asian
Honor
Just to be asian
Honor
Just to be asian
Honor
Just to be asian

Verse 2 (Uzuhan)
Ay, OK
It's the voice of the people, uh
Voice from the steeple, uh
Voice of illegals who tug of war with the eagle, uh
OK, I speak up, go kick your feet up
Then say they takin all the jobs while they clean up, yea
So just sweep em and push em to the side
But keep em if you see the dollar signs
Your story’s so unique!
Say we need em but actions admit the lie
If history's repeating I don't think we'll even mind
Yeah
Get your clout points, mm, pimpin our voice, yea
Breath of fresh air, guess I'm just your Altoid
People of color, yea, need to be scholars
And lift it up in honor, time to remove the shot caller
Used as your token
But even checks fade
Tell me, which of your pawns will fight a checkmate?
I know you need us, just admit that you do
In a decade you will see if what we're saying is true
It's an honor-
Chorus (Sandra Oh)
Honor
Just to be asian
Honor
Just to be asian
Honor
Just to be asian
Honor
Just to be asian

Verse 3 (jason chu)
White and blue collar
They come, became martyrs
Honor to all the mothers and fathers of daughters
Sons of back kitchens, liquor stores, and corners
Dollar cabs, massage parlors and fruit farmers
Grew up with no role models and no stories
Learned to use tongues and brains in due order
War? They called on us then left us war-torn, it's
No surprise we cut borders but not corners
And they treat my father like he still a tourist
But they got no problem buyin Sony or a Taurus
Hypocrites, I’m learnin to ignore em
Cuz the obstacles they gave us only taught us how to flourish
Artesia to Tyson’s Corner, the streets of Flushing, Plano! Yea my peoples gorgeous
Sky is the limit, since Bruce broke the boards, I know no bamboo could ever hold us under water
It's an honor