Peter CottonTale

"Immigrant Son"

[Chorus]
My immigrant son, my immigrant son
This battle called life our spirit is one
So raise up both flags, victorious one
My immigrant son my immigrant son
My immigrant child, you immigrant child
You race with both races this road goes for miles
You can't serve two masters but you have two homes
My immigrant son
My immigrant son
My immigrant son

[Verse 1]
Strange, growing up I was ashamed
House smelling like fufu, kid with the funny name
I was outcast by the outcast
I guess I was lamer than lame
African clothes on picture day wait, hold up let me explain
Cause I ain't fit in with the Sallys and I ain't fit in with the Johns
And I ain’t fit in with the Keishas and I fit in with Daquan
I was too black for the white kids, too african for the black
Too american for my parents friends so what was I to do with that?
All i could do was attack
And fit in wherever they let me
But KMart never had bicycle license plates with the name Kelechi
So I tried hard to impress these
Kids who would never get me
And accept these substitute teachers would never say my name correctly
On dry land on a jetski
A fish out of water
Well lets be honest
I was a real African American the definition of mixed breed
So miss me
With that “African Booty Scratcher” I’m an African prince
Counting this paper like folding a cootie catcher want to know what passionate is
My bars are like the stars and stripes
Painted over Green and White
Naija blood is in my veins from my mother’s love to my fathers might
And we aren't alike cause I’m Igbo
Meaning I got a big ego
One time for the Super Eagles
Two times for my Naija people
The American dreams our parents have seen through me are becoming legitimate
An immigrant son from the the mother land but Lady Liberty is the surrogate
And we going after every single thing they told our parents they would never get
I'm Nigerian. Im American
Not bad for some immigrant sons

[Chorus]
My immigrant son, my immigrant son
This battle called life our spirit is one
So raise up both flags, victorious one
My immigrant son my immigrant son
My immigrant child, you immigrant child
You race with both races this road goes for miles
You can't serve two masters but you have two homes
My immigrant son
My immigrant son
My immigrant son

[Verse 2: Phay]
Do you know how it is to be born in America?
Still feel like a second class citizen
I remember September 11th hit
Now my citizenship is irrelevant
Looking at me like a terror-or-ist
Mama don't wear your scarf I’m embarrassed
And I can't even blink, can't even think
Without feeling like I'm gonna need me a shrink
Turn back around got me feeling I'm different
Making me fear and hate my religion
Culture my race, my family pride
It’s all been erased, all been deprived
Now look at my face, look at my eyes
And what do you see? Immigrant in disguise
Immigrant in the minds of white Europeans Americanized
And then I realized, we came to America Dollar and dream
Malcolm X told me to get it, I told him I got it I’ll do it all by any means
Mommy wear that hijab, I promise you mom is the finest of queens
Daddy can't thank you enough opportunity living right here the American Dream

[Outro: Ezzie]
Immigrant son, my immigrant son
An alien cause only you are knowing where you’re from
And you gone have to fly to get where they get if they run
My immigrant son, My immigrant son
Immigrant child, My immigrant child
The hate gon’ make you strong but the strength will make you proud
So go and kick your feet up, you gon’ be here for awhile
My immigrant son, My immigrant son, My immigrant son

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