American Dream - Part III

My body has cuts that will not heal
The wounds were close, but the cuts in my soul still I could feel
Those cuts will never heal, my feet covered with blood for the tremendous walk
My disgrace journey is over, finally I got to the place where new hope will come real
As I predicted the obstacles came like an expected storm

The mayor issue was the language that why it was hard to talk
After all the obstacles my life begun to reform
As my life got better each day, my soul is nab from a solitary enemy
The enemy was the loneliness little by little I enter to a coffin for missing love
It was like being left in the dark

I never thought that the people in this new land would have bad energy
All they did to me was kept in my memory
I try to shun them, but everyday it culminate with the same saying, "They came to still our work"
In fact, it was not only refer to me but to all the people with illegal statues

They just want us to pack our stuff and go back where we came from
I could not believe how the people of this new land have the feeling full of murk
All the people in this land are not different, you know why?
Your ancestors were like us, because they came for economy opportunities too

This means that the real sire of this land is the Native Americans
If the sire of this did not say nothing when we came, so why you came and tell us to leave?
If we all leave, as you want, would you do the same work that we do?
No, I do not think so… you can talk all you want, but we the illegal we are going to achieve in life even if you do not believe.