We became American
You came here in your refuge
You sat Indian style
at our own feet
In some strange tongue
Begging for a dime, a job,
or anything to eat
With our hearts truly open
We welcomed you to the place we call home
We've come to call home
You became American
They come here, hopes hung so low
You shut your bright starred stripes,
door and your mind
In some strange heart
Deny the things you've taken
grant to call crucial life
Can they come American?
With our hearts truly open
We welcomed you to the place we call home
We've come to call home
I don't understand
why you cry over jobs
You'll no longer do
In some strange way
I'm just not getting how these
damn good things blackened you
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