Ameet Kamath © 2002
They say this land is promised
They say here is freedom
Can I have some of it?
Can I learn to be free?
They say where are you from?
They say I talk funny
Well what do you know?
What it’s like to be
An immigrant an Immigrant
Chasing the same dollar on the street
A second-class citizen
With a third world mouth to feed
Who keeps on talking funny
to make himself clear
When you’re name isn’t John or Joe
It’s harder to be heard here
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There’s talk about the apple pie
Is it sweeter than my pride?
Can I have some of it?
Can I sit by your side?
They say where are you from?
They say your color won’t take you far
Well I know who I am
I hope you know who you are
An immigrant an Immigrant
Chasing the same dollar on the street
A second-class citizen
With a third world mouth to feed
Who keeps on talking funny
To make himself clear
No one’s afraid of John or Joe
It’s black and brown they fear.
Bridge –
A blistering apartheid
A free country for the right
Why didn’t my papers say
“All Colors Must Fade to White”
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My adopted mother
I owe you love and gratitude
Where’s your amazing grace?
Can I have some of it?
Can I have some of it?
Can I have some of it?
Can I have some of it?
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