( Adlibs )

Yo this is for the refugees out there.//
The ones who struggle.//
The ones who are on social assistance and can't find a job.//
This for you.//
Check it.//

(Verse 1)

They stifle you, hinder you, trump your capabilities//
by telling you that your dreams are filled with futility.//
But tell 'em this refugee's growing possibilities,//
that gets him off a couch to get to harvesting willingly.//
Promiscuity kills time, choking the subconscious.//
When idle hand's tire, we kill off the conscience.//
Millennials tryin to be millionaires by random.//
No chances in hell, manageable dreams are fathomed.//
Its comical how they mock us, marching to our drums.//
When welfare’s our source of income, we're scolded as bums.//
Their scorching hot magma is magnifying the opus.//
On the flip side, I am viewed as a dark extreme tyrant.//
Alerted on the bright side, paranoia adapted.//
I had big dreams, when we immigrated here.Laughing.//
Now dreams dissipated ,I am feeling the munchies//
Like a dope clouded vision fiend,without the greens.//

(Bridge X2)

We came to this country, for an opportunity.//
Only thing we found was a false reality.//
A forged royalty, in a form a colony.//
This dream of coming here, was nothing more than a fallacy.//

(Hook X2)

Always portrayed as a villain, I am a refugee.//
Islamaphobes Drawn to hate. I am a refugee //
The perfect pitch to ignorance. I am a refugee. //
Bombarded fat ladies to sing. I am a refugee //

(Verse 2)

Blown. Fees on the rise. Violated. Mitigated. Hated.//
Thought the world would be yours. Final act eviscerated. //
Raided. After instigation. Going out with a blaze.//
Avenging a spirit. The ghost writer is put in his place//
High way to hell. On my high horse .Powered race.////
information provided by suits, leading the fray .//
The public service a circus .From rags to rags. No riches. //
Thrown in town houses, thanks to a corrupted system.//
Social assistance loonies manage to order sooner.//
Unable to get a crib. Thanks to blaming baby boomers//
Discrimination became a fashion statement. Trending.//
Under your skin, Setbacks on defense. Treading.//
PR severed. Impaired judgment. Confused. Lost.//
Far off the edge. Stumbling. Fell in debt. Hours dropped.//
Patience beyond savings. Pockets don’t rest.//
Social workers are at their best. When we succumb to their tests.//

(Bridge X2)

We came to this country, for an opportunity.//
Only thing we found was a false reality.//
A forged royalty, in a form a colony.//
This dream of coming here, was nothing more than a fallacy.//

(Hook X2)

Always portrayed as a villain, I am a refugee.//
Islamaphobes Drawn to hate. I am a refugee //
The perfect pitch to ignorance. I am a refugee. //
Bombarded fat ladies to sing. I am a refugee //



This cold environment, over took us with sleep.//
Back stabbed youth are on the streets. Their knees getting weak.//
While the social workers laugh with greed. Now that's obscene.//
Wanted to graduate ,get a job, and pursue my dreams.//
So you’re telling me those signs were designed to lie,//
when you claim you looking for hire? Oh why, oh why?//
Even bothered I networked,saying the going gets tough.//
These white folks wasted my time proving that life sucks.//
Inapplicable applications filled to be sheared.//
Doctrine documents doctored to get your rep smeared.//
Pay stubs submitted, to verify my income.//
They recommend savings account, but its still not enough.//
To top it off my names Islamic, try to pop a cherry.//
Stuck with part time positions. 9 to 5 shifts buried.//
Payable notes. Audit potential spouses. They Fretting. //
Receivables. Driven strings of account. They lessen.//

(Bridge X2)

We came to this country, for an opportunity.//
Only thing we found was a false reality.//
A forged royalty, in a form a colony.//
This dream of coming here, was nothing more than a fallacy.//

(Hook X2)

Always portrayed as a villain, I am a refugee.//
Islamophobes Drawn to hate. I am a refugee //
The perfect pitch to ignorance. I am a refugee. //
Bombarded fat ladies to sing. I am a refugee.//