Into the U.S.A

Its like each tear creates words on my blank sheet of paper

Since day one got my eyes feeling like its inhaling vapor

People come at me in many ways with their suggestions

My face should tell them to go away since I didn't ask any questions

They want to point out all these jobs I've had in my past

Like mentioning how many opportunities I let pass

The decisions I've had to make dont make me regret

They been her 25 plus years and haven't made english their first asset

Always try to point out how I never kept so many jobs

Good ones I had but...But with bosses that think they are Gods

What are the odds

Go figure the same ones that come at me with all this complaining

Be the same ones that come at me staring at letters they don't understand like a painting

On these folks I do not be hating

My flaws they always aiming

Should they sit down and start praising

How they've stood at one establishment

Since their feet landed on the U.S.A. and take acknowledgement

Being born here doesn't mean it's easier for me as an individual

Debt doesn't disappear that easy not even with a miracle