I wish more people would take off that comfortable mask called "patriotism"

and realize that like it or not we are all products of the infamous 'melting pot'�

that brews the American dream to a dim flame cutting the gas bought

from those that seek to destroy us right before it comes to a boil thus never allowing it to cook properly and then they have the nerve to tell me

where me allegiance should lie

I'm not going to cry, rant or rave

I'll find acceptance in being an indentured slave

Living from paycheck to paycheck never being able to call anything mine

No even my kids'�the judge owns them

I carried my boys for nine months and brought them into this world

But if some judge'�that never wiped away a tear of despair from my eyes

or rubbed my back after the 5th double shift in a row to make ends meet

close enough to put food on the table for 2 boys...BY MY SELF

never once kissing one of their boo boo's to make them better

all this judge has to do is sign a letter

And I don't have a say in it.

What's fair in that ?

and even though I don't fear that issue I am aware that it's how things are 

and I know that no matter how hard I work and try

I won't come close to even a sniff because at the end of the day

Uncle Sam is the only one eating

the quote on quote American Pie

While the ones that live here are left to die

homeless and penniless because of the budget cuts and downsizing

Where known to feed the bellies of monsters before their uprising

And we give them the ticket to fly the plane that swoops down

to blow up the hand that feeds them

I find it quite ironic and even more so PATHETIC

That I can't get help to put my boys through private schools

but they gladly provide the tools

That educate those that want to cause harm

Then they try and pass laws to chase away the only workers on the farm

And they don't yield with the ones in the field

That work to provide a weak meal to those they left behind

Yet they find it just and quite fine

That the murderer of a child gets three meals a day

Free housing, health insurance and recreation on my pay

But the hard working miserables can't stay?!

And they're forced to live in fear day by day

Because they don't bear that GREEN ticket, to the all you can eat buffet

of the American Pie that you can't eat, in their pocket

Yes sir it's a hell of a lot easier to talk it

Without putting on the worn out shoes and trying to walk it

With the weight of supporting a family that you haven't seen in years

Because you lack the green card that can swipe away your tears

Through an INS scanner saying yes you can go see your loved ones

and then return to the grind

Besides feeling unkind, doesn't your conscience feel a little off wack

when you sit on your high horse and  tell ME to go back...

to where I came from

I was born right here you insignificant crumb

And if you check back through the years

You'll find the truth in your family tree

"oooh say you will seeeee"

Someone or two or three...crossed THESE  borders by land or sea

It doesn't matter if  their names were jotted down in a log in Ellis Island or etched in Plymouth Rock YOU FOOL NONE OF US ARE 100%

its a catch 22

stitched right into your red, white and blues

Now I'm going to smile as I remember that you're ingnorant

cuz the only truth is that...

AMERICAN = IMMIGRANT

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