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
"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