Stand on a ground made from slaves who came across the sea
All this ignorance is weighing on me
We just wanna be free
But it's anchoring me
When I hear the words
Go Home!
What's a home? But a false dream that we've come to know
What's a home? It doesn't matter where we go!
No More!
No capacity!
Still you say
Go home!
We are the enemy
To those who can not see
With what authority
Can you claim this earth
And the air that we breathe?
If it was you instead of me
Begging on these streets
Then your mind might finally see!
Miles away from family
Struggling to make ends meet
Tempted by the luxury
Only to hear!
Go home!
We are the enemy
To those who can not see
No capacity!
Greed makes Gaia bleed
No capacity! For ignorance
No more!
We are the enemy
To those who can not see