(Three years ago...)
I got in, I'm not sure how
I crossed the border, now I'm pulling a plow.
Came to this country for a better life,
But like a carving knife,
It back stabbed me.
So now I'm stuck, working the fields,
Hardly making enough money, to pay for my meals.
Filling up baskets with fresh picked fruit,
And selling them all in a road side both.
It's just not fair how I have to work,
For a fat-ass white guy with a stupid smirk.
Just trying to go on, but hes such a jerk,
I'd much rather be come a filing clerk.
I don't work inside and some times I cry,
Cuz mt plans, all fell appart.
What this means to me, is more than it may seem,
It's just hard to believe...
[Chorus]
That I tried to hard, and got this far...
But in the end, I'm still and illegal!
I've gone to far, to lose it all,
But in the end, I'm still an illegal...
[End Chorus]
Two months ago,
So not that long.
And agent spotted me as I sung a song.
Came up to me and said he'd give me a shot,
But like it or not, theres no guarentee,
I'd make it in, but I did.
Which I realize I owe entirely to him.
I'll top the charts or so I'm told,
Which is kinda funny, cuz ever beat I stole.
Things arent the way they were before,
You won't see me picking strawberrys no more,
Not like you noticed me then, but it all goes back
To way back when
I didn't work inside and often I cried cuz my plans, all fell appart.
What this means to me is more than it may seem,
It's just hard to believe...
[CHORUS]
I waited 3, days and nights...
To cross this boarder outta site...
I've been through this, theres only one thing I still know....
I WAITED 3 DAYS AND NIGHTS!
To cross this boarder outta site,
I've been throught this, theres only one thing I still know....
[CHORUS]
