Immigrant

Though I am weak Sometimes weary In times of trial I hide my face In the balance Judge me wholly Please don't judge me By my shame In dark hours Of confrontation When words may fall Too soon to unsay Don't mistake them For my true meaning They are me

Why can't I have you again Why can't we be such friends I was down in the woods with you You're no fun You brought someone along I didn't know her She was blue with you I was wrong, I know We talked for hours night and day Mesmerized by the Cole Port

You're from the cotton fields Yeah, but J.A., he's out there bailing hay He's got muscles... Did you see the cow with the furrowed brow He's laughing out You can pick me up and put me down Do what you want, You've had enough. I hope I can feel, I hop

Now you must tell me how it's been For I have walked alone The narrow winding way You'd better hurry Your time is now What was that worry It's warm, it's warm, it's warm inside It's warm, it's warm here in my heart When you're all done dustin' Crumbl

immigrant 1 - coming from where he did he was turned away from every door like joseph to even the toughest among us that would be too much he didn't know what it was to be black 'till they gave him his change but didn't want to touch his hand to even