Immigrants Condition

To rent a room, do you know how much I pay Without social security and bank statement It is more than I earn for cutting grass and hay More than can build a new apartment For this one is broken down The cockroaches crawl night and day The ceiling too is hanging down The floor has worn to callous clay In summer there is no air, and winter no heat I have no right, he can report me If a human request, because of the children, repeat He tells me to go back to my country Did he ever confessed he brought me here, did he He tell them there's nothing back there For all the wealth so familiar here, has a history After the traffic my country is bare I left when room in summer to keep out of the rain Another one in winter that gave My wife a cough and fever with her rheumatic pain We are like modern slave Hated and abused, but no one will do the jobs we do Who have no voice and have no vote Who the shadowy officials stalk and stalk, and out of view We pay to run, they collect and gloat.