Wyclef Jean - Haitian Experience lyrics

Yeah, now I'm a rock-star, it started with my imagination Used to gaze at the twins before the birds hit 'em Daydream about the God, my axe, my Excalibur A man, who just saw the future beyond the dishwater Yeah, cab driver used to gyspy cab rider But she stuck with me when I had nothin', so I had to wife her And I used write these thoughts on a black and white notebook Haitian experience, now I'm a page in a book I'm a Haitian, Haitian When I landed in America, 'Merica I got myself a green card, green card Mamma say, if I ever break the law, they gon' send me back home This is my Haitian experience First stop out in England, England Immigration send me back to Washington, Washington Said I need a visa if I wanted to be in the United Kingdom I pray that the Queen of Buckingham is listening Your Highness, I got a palace out in Port Au Prince I got a hundred acres and a whole lotta land But I can't go back and see my people in the ticks I'm a Haitian in America When papa first got his green card, worked seven jobs in America Then he came and got me from Haiti, told me I had one chance To make it in America In the legal Valley and lookin' for work in Manhattan in America My papa was a Haitian, Haitian He got to America, 'Merica On a six month visa, visa When the visa expired, he went underground like rats in the sewer This is the Haitian experience Runnin' from the Immigration interrogation But his vision was his chosen (How you gon' get us to New York?) Absolute lost and at sea and never see the airport Yeah, I pray that the President is up there listenin' Your Excellence, I got a palace out in Port Au Prince I got a hundred acres and a whole lotta land So we go move from detention, we go, we build the land I'm a Haitian in America When papa first got his green card, worked seven jobs in America Then he came and got me from Haiti, told me I had one chance To make it in America So I learned to play guitar with dreams of becomin' a rock star (In America) (I'm a Haitian) I'm a Haitian in America When papa first got his green card, worked seven jobs in America Then he came and got me from Haiti, told me I had one chance To make it in America In the legal Valley and lookin' for work in Manhattan in America What we gon' do right now is we gon' go back Way back To what I call La**ie The roots, the Haitian experience Let's go Look in her eyes, she will survive She smiles like she's in love She's 21, she lost her feedin' arms But she ain't lose her soul, dancin' outta control Like Angelina Ballerina Like Angelina Ballerina Like Angelina Ballerina Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Yes, I'm a Haitian in America When papa first got his green card, worked seven jobs in America Then he came and got me from Haiti, told me I had one chance To make it in America In the legal Valley and lookin' for work in Manhattan in America Man, I just got on a plane leavin' Haiti And I landed in Brooklyn, New York City, Cooney Island Marlboro Projects, man, in projects, it's so rough to blend in I learned to how to rock, sing, dance, pop, loc, whatever it took [?] Yeah, that's my dad, a Haitian livin' in America