Rob Fury - Immigrant lyrics

[Intro] This goes out to resident aliens with that initiation shot on the arm To those who struggle to get noticed as equal but won't get nowhere, this is for y'all To those who won't succeed cause of an accent, you know what I'm sayin' Yeah, and to those who define the double standard of equal opportunity, this is for y'all [Verse 1] I am your average Joe, through all the hype Strong with might Capable to brawl and fight Educated brain through all despite But treated unsuccessful cause I ain't tall and white Yes I talk to streets, spit truth y'all relate to If you can't relate to this, then somethin' is wrong Betcha' grew up right, stackin cash in bundles White picket fence, but don't know struggle Your daddy's a lawyer, your mama's a doctor Nice house on the hills, grew up somethin' proper Nah, I ain't hatin', I just think its f**ed up You act like times is rough, cause your cable got cut What the f** y'all know about sittin' in the dark Candles lit, no electric, no chips No food in the fridge, pops struggled to live A immigrant who broke his back and got treated like sh** [Verse 2] From a third world country to here You think its all fair Roads paved with gold, arrive, it ain't all there But instead, you become a victim to the system Get dicked on 80% of the pay you should be getting Forced to work more Get thought of as a toy type Straight bustin' your a** with no time to enjoy life And because the stress, you lose the hair on your head Thinkin your better off dead, when you lay in your bed And outside, you get stared at all bogus Because your skin tone is when they call hopeless When you speak, they start laughin' Racists start bashing Tryna beat your a** in Because of your accent They work it like voodoo, you think you a citizen? Try runnin' for president, they won't choose you We're made to feel stupid, we're animals who'll never rise Think about it, and we came here for better lives [Verse 3] The son of a immigrant y'all, sh** was hard Working more than one job, and cannot afford Necessities you need to survive in this wrath Not dirt broke, but not near lower middle cla** A different task, led to a different path But then the downfall came from heart attacks Surgery, bypa**, lower back, one artery He's a part of me, now he's underneath So pops, rest in peace, watch me from above And give me focus to grind all good Strength of a soldier, my kids'll have it too Ain't nathan we can't do, we stuck in the lion's den The big man watchin' us, don't think he ain't f** around, get your body turned to paint They promise opportunity huh, but understand If they balls itch, they'll boot us from the land They even got camps for us so called citizens We still one in the same to them Cheap labor immigrants Yeah, it's all sh**ty, they show no pity To those who wear my shoes, c'mon, walk with me