Told him the grass was greener
with an endless flood of possibilities Katrina
Watch him drown in debt
Land confiscated by the local government
So he flys high in a jet
Plane, plain clothes just exposed him
To the harsh winters of life
And his wife won't know
Bout the sweat soaked in the bank notes
Sent home, boy getting grown, now he starts to groan
Hungry for a better life now he's stumbling
Over foreign phonetics and verb tenses
laughing at his accent
It's not an accident
That his masters in economics isn't honored
Most economic for a father
is to hop his ass in a cab,
And never bother..
getting out that car OR his dreams
Memorize the route
and collect the fare
It isn't fair
When they say "you don't belong here"
With your long beard
And that towel round your head
Hear what was said?
Soak up the hate
Can you relate?
Life of an immigrant