Running From America
Run fast my son
And always stand tall
Seems were not welcome here
Were not welcome here at all
Run faster my son
Its time you must be strong
For we have to sneak into America
They say we don't belong
Run fast my son
Amongst the crowd u'll blend
Don't draw attention to yourself
Americas not our friend
Run fast my son
Lets leave this place
Were not welcome here
Were not the right race
Run faster my son
Now their right on our trail
If were caught in America
Were going to jail
So run my young son
Run with all of your might
Were almost out of America
Their almost out of sight
Rest now my young son
We've left the United States
Rest well my son and Im sorry
For taking you to America,where everybody hates
PALLANES
Copyright © Marc Pallanes | Year Posted 2018
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