A Foreigner Mentality

Chorus 1 "My son, don't you ever forget where you came from Far from me, in the land of Dreams, remember your culture isn't poor In streets paved with gold, where opportunity is sold Please keep my words close to your soul" Verse 1 My father's last words as I began to leave In search of a better chance to succeed I'd packed my bags, I'd aced my tests In school they knew me as the best Now I'm in this new world Where people choose to ignore Those who are different from them Recovering from culture shock, can't seem to readjust To these people on my bus I miss my old friends, I miss my family I miss just walking on the streets In my own country where the people were familiar I keep all these feelings in me Pain deep within, drowned in excessive things So I don't feel a thing Like Cocaine on my tongue I numbed myself to my thoughts So I can focus on my work Chorus 2 "My son, I know you won't forget where you came from Far from me, in the land of dreams, keep your people's values still pure In streets paved with pyrite, know opportunity is your right Hold my words fast in your mind!" Verse 2 I paid heed to those words so I could live A life much better than he I never did think I would have to deal With claims that we sleep on trees From the same black people who 50 years ago Still had to face racism Looking down on my own neighbors or those of my kind It's all part of A Foreigner's Mind And with that, I hope I gave you a glimpse Into A Foreigner's Mentality