Boonaa Mohammed - Green Card lyrics
[Boonaa Mohammed - Green Card lyrics]
We are the children of hope
Folks came here floating on a
Big plane or small boat
From the banana republics
And rainforest cafes
Save up their little pay just
To see some better days
I am the first
Born into this system I navigate with ease
For my parents sake I will
Survive by any means
Even if that means Physics, bio
Calculus and chemistry
These boring subjects encompass their
Every single dream
At 15 I translate between the
Judge and the jury
My teacher says I'm doing bad, I
Tell my dad not to worry
Plus I can't translate all the
Hate that she gives me
Racist curriculum I'm not dumb and
Don't need your pity
Maniacs rule your cities while
Geniuses drive your cabs
And I have to work twice as hard
For every single thing that I've had
Selling from my stash
Trying to make that quick and easy cash
Dead end jobs that can leave
You dead on the job
Poverty is like love
It makes you do some crazy things
Like using a fake gun to stick
Up the stick up kids
Babylon system leaving no options
Get rich or die trying either
That or just dying so instead we work
And we work and we work for jerks
Bosses who don't see people but see profit's
And not the holy kind
I'm talking dollar signs
And I begin to see why
Poverty like love is blind
Or maybe just colour blind?
A tiny inconvenient truth about labour groups
And the masses of the working classes
But some people say that
Race doesn't even exist
Tell that to the tress still
Soar from hanging lynches
But during this day and age
We have fresh new waves of semi paid slaves
Willing to work for less
Than our minimal wage
And these foreigners don't understand
These foreign concepts
Thought they were Canadian
But slowly dismissed that nonsense
And I hate to say it, but, this is it
This is your land of dreams
Where you can still live 3rd world
In a first world country
Love has cupid and poverty has stupid
This is a place where we can grow
Up to learn nothing about ourselves
A place where they insist
That sex should sell
A place where we should want the
Things we definitely do not need
A place where your kids can become
Addicted to alcohol and weed
And I bet they didn't tell you
This on your immigration application
Because sadly this may still be
Better than your former location
So if you won't say it
Than I guess I'll have to say it for you
Besides I'm used to translating your
Dreams and hopes too
Aside from on America's most wanted
We are not wanted, here
Because my colour and last
Name still spark fear
The same kind that can easily become violent
And you can't be protected
By studying science
Because even our nerds aren't
Good enough for them
I was born here and I'm screwed
But you have an accent
You get the same respect as
Fat kids in gym class
First to get cut and always picked last
But don't get mad
Because you're doing the best that you can
And I love you because you were
Not afraid to take a chance
So the next time someone tells you to
Go back to where you came from
Tell them we should all go back, and
Finally let the natives have some fun
In Solidarity
Folks came here floating on a
Big plane or small boat
From the banana republics
And rainforest cafes
Save up their little pay just
To see some better days
I am the first
Born into this system I navigate with ease
For my parents sake I will
Survive by any means
Even if that means Physics, bio
Calculus and chemistry
These boring subjects encompass their
Every single dream
At 15 I translate between the
Judge and the jury
My teacher says I'm doing bad, I
Tell my dad not to worry
Plus I can't translate all the
Hate that she gives me
Racist curriculum I'm not dumb and
Don't need your pity
Maniacs rule your cities while
Geniuses drive your cabs
And I have to work twice as hard
For every single thing that I've had
Selling from my stash
Trying to make that quick and easy cash
Dead end jobs that can leave
You dead on the job
Poverty is like love
It makes you do some crazy things
Like using a fake gun to stick
Up the stick up kids
Babylon system leaving no options
Get rich or die trying either
That or just dying so instead we work
And we work and we work for jerks
Bosses who don't see people but see profit's
And not the holy kind
I'm talking dollar signs
And I begin to see why
Poverty like love is blind
Or maybe just colour blind?
A tiny inconvenient truth about labour groups
And the masses of the working classes
But some people say that
Race doesn't even exist
Tell that to the tress still
Soar from hanging lynches
But during this day and age
We have fresh new waves of semi paid slaves
Willing to work for less
Than our minimal wage
And these foreigners don't understand
These foreign concepts
Thought they were Canadian
But slowly dismissed that nonsense
And I hate to say it, but, this is it
This is your land of dreams
Where you can still live 3rd world
In a first world country
Love has cupid and poverty has stupid
This is a place where we can grow
Up to learn nothing about ourselves
A place where they insist
That sex should sell
A place where we should want the
Things we definitely do not need
A place where your kids can become
Addicted to alcohol and weed
And I bet they didn't tell you
This on your immigration application
Because sadly this may still be
Better than your former location
So if you won't say it
Than I guess I'll have to say it for you
Besides I'm used to translating your
Dreams and hopes too
Aside from on America's most wanted
We are not wanted, here
Because my colour and last
Name still spark fear
The same kind that can easily become violent
And you can't be protected
By studying science
Because even our nerds aren't
Good enough for them
I was born here and I'm screwed
But you have an accent
You get the same respect as
Fat kids in gym class
First to get cut and always picked last
But don't get mad
Because you're doing the best that you can
And I love you because you were
Not afraid to take a chance
So the next time someone tells you to
Go back to where you came from
Tell them we should all go back, and
Finally let the natives have some fun
In Solidarity