[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
If you’ve never seen the distance in an immigrant’s eyes
Then you’ve never seen resistance in the form of a cry
He decided it was time to bring the drought to an end
A sojourner, soul searchin’, from whom I descend
Put his life inside his pockets, leavin on a plane
Living long lonely nights children, wife left in labor pains
Tirelessly trying to provide
He applies dialectics to fight for the slice of a pie
But this life was premised on a lie
Instead of being promised by society
The nature of economy is sodomy
Ten generations of poverty turn to poverty later
And a third world diploma
Not even worth the paper it’s written on
With no elevators going up to the top, y’all
Instead it’s long days spent slavin’ over hourly wages
And when the clock strikes labor
He savors the pages of letters
Sent by his kinfolk
Who invoke the image of what it’s like to have been broke
Through cigarette smoke he tries to spin hope to dreams
In close to proximity to family in his memory
And it’s faded in between
The night shifts and sleep
A moment of clarity
He may never come home
Despite the familiarity of faces from his homeland
Who speak the same dialect
Fellow countrywomen and men
Standin’ in line to get green cards, visas, and passports
Barely making enough
Over half a paycheck remitted with love
Strangers keep staring
With disgust and mistrust
Talking ‘bout “This country’s just us”
No justice
His hope snuffed to one day return to his town
To join his ancestors in their burial ground
Almost forgot how the countryside sounds
But this time around, the lost are never found
In the distance between home and where we live
It’s the distance between a mother and her kids
It’s the distance that keeps us apart
And it’s the distance between my soul and my heart

[Outro]
Cause it's the distance between home and where we live
It's the distance between a mother and her kids
It’s the distance that be keeping us apart
And it’s the distance between my soul and my heart