He tells me I'm lucky to live here

That we’re safe and welcomed by everyone here

That we have a future full of fortune and success

That we have nothing to worry about because we’re american

It’s funny because he uses the word “we” every time  

We can do this

We can do that

But what if i wasn’t american

What if i had come from asia or mexico or africa illegally

Because my home town brought me nothing but brutality

What if i didn’t speak the language

Because i couldn’t afford adult school

And no matter how much i tried i just didn’t have the time

What if i didn’t carry out american beliefs

And i spoke my language out in the streets

Would that “We” not apply to me anymore

Would i not be allowed to chase the american dream?

Would i be living the torture my parents live daily

The ongoing fear that one day they’ll have to leave

It truly breaks my heart everytime i talk to him

It's sad how a boy can be so smart yet so clueless

Yes. clueless.

Because he don’t know what it’s like to live with the fear that when you get home your parents might not be there anymore

Because he doesn’t know the ongoing discrimination that they receive

Just because they roll their “R’s” when they speak

He doesn’t know what it’s like to Live with the truth that not even the president wants you here

But even after I tell him this he still talks to me

Because i was lucky enough to be born in the land of the free

And thanks to my parents i was lucky enough to squeeze into that “we”

But i will NEVER stop fighting to include them where they've always wanted to be

Accepted in the place where liberty is given out for free.