somebody stops me while i was at the store
he said, she said, diferences is the same
i was the unusual thing at the menu
i was the imported craft
for a moment it was interesting
now they want to get ride of
Is just another land issue
those who kicked me out my own country
forced me to fly away
maybe I liked where i belong
but when choices are running out of the bridge
you got to get one, or get nothing
so i did
I thougth in my innocence
world was much older
much mature to see people change home
and grow flying seeds into strange fields
without asking where do they come from
The battle is set
and people dont give a break
thats how things are
when earth is just another small town
and your name is not written
in its welcomy list
There are days when
I hear music from my own place
and my heart gets excited
in a mix of emotions, between sadness and joy
my heart feels like blowing out of my chest
then i remember,
i start remember my childhood
and the places i went through
but arent mine anymore
I been forced to be a rare specie
an exotic criture
living in a middle of a fool crowd
wich just dont understand
thinking they are better than me
just because i have borrow a bit piece
of their sagrade land
well, now that land borrow
were pay on tears and blood
yes i did pay for it, making myself a job slave
a working machine without any rigth
any complaint
for me, left only one hope
come back one day home
to listen there that song about a peasant man
who drives slowly under the suns heat
its heavy cart pulled by a couple of bullocks
while drinks the soft flavor of a sugar cane
