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jungle emcee - mule maps lyrics

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“to cross borders they never built for us
we walk through fire, fake names on rusted buses
call it donkey, not ’cause we slow—’cause we carry loads they can’t know.”

[verse 1]

i left ludhiana with a prayer, lips dry
mama’s eyes cracked like the monsoon sky
papers fake, so my name ain’t mine
“jaspreet” on the doc, but i rhyme divine

slipped past the chowk, duckin’ cops and the street cams
agent in a swift car—calls me “meat man”
fifteen racks for the trip, not cheap fam
but dreams cost more than what the sleep can

from amritsar flights to illegal dubai nights
sippin’ tap watеr with smuggled+out birth rights
workin’ kitchens for weeks, makin’ chapati stacks
then hidе in a crate with twelve other copy+pasts

[hook]

maps in my mind, not on no screen
walked through the world just to live a dream
name ain’t mine, but i play this part
donkey route, mule mind, with a migrant heart

[verse 2]

turkish connect said “now’s your call,”
fake passport, now i’m “abdul kamal”
swapped my jutti for cracked old boots
desert winds whisper truths through the dust loops

jordan to libya, masked in mirage
sippin’ stolen water near burnt+out garages
wolves in the camp—smugglers and guards
one stole my chain, but i kept these bars

climbed through algeria, flesh on bone
slept on sand beds colder than stone
feet bled stories into nomad sands
each step a stanza, no mic, just hands

[bridge ]

“border ain’t a line—it’s a wound that breathes
carved by people who never had to leave
but we walk. ‘cause hope? it’s louder than pain.”

[verse 3]

from casablanca sea to the cartel grip
they packed us in vans, no room to slip
fake visa torn, they tagged my lip
spoke no spanish, just prayer and grit

coyote whispers, “this your shot,”
under moonlit wires where the border’s hot
night vision drones, dogs that plot
but i move like myth—what hope has taught

through cactus and coil, i crossed that gate
no statue, no light—just a twist of fate
now i mop your floors, but i rhyme in stealth
undocumented but rich in self

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[hook]

maps in my mind, not on no screen
walked through the world just to live a dream
name ain’t mine, but i play this part
donkey route, mule mind, with a migrant heart
[outro]

“you see the stars? they look the same from both sides
borders can’t stop rhythm. or rhyme.”

- jungle emcee lyrics

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