Illegal Alien


My mom is hungry, my pop's in another country
taken from his family for trying to make some money
we have laws and regulations, but we lack in education
so my people don't partake in intellectual conversations
because we're stupid right? well we're supposed to be
that's the perception of minorities in this country
whether you'r white, black, yellow, brown or red
the ones who run the place we live in seem to want us dead
fast food on every corner, at least it's what it seems to me
one in three people seem to suffer from obesity
America: the land of the free
a country built by immigrants but now we catch and release
treat humans less than animals, dump them in the street
and don't even have the decency to put shoes on their feet
three years ago today, that's what happened to my father
now when I want to see him, I must go across the border

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