black beans on the stove, malta in my hand, tears in alba's eyes
as she dreams of a far away land "i've been stripped from my
country, i've been spit on by my race". i said, "it'll be okay"
as i wiped a tear from her face and she said" no quieroir la
mentira que vivo aqui!" "yo quiero volver a mi pais!" "you'll
never know the pain i feel inside, i've been striped from my
country and robbed of my pride". i don't know where i'm gonna go
but i don't belong her