05-18-2013, 08:03 PM
Only knee deep the river was easily crossed.
The painted paper pinata I carried was full of success and satisfaction.
You gave me a job the real American dream.
The work was shelter for my Maria, and milk for my hungary babies. I was becoming the vision she had of me.
You made me a slave with your less than minimum wage.
I didn't mind because my family was safe.
You see, you and I, we helped each other.
Today when we stopped at the red light I heard the cry of “beeeeeaner” coming from a car full of teens.
I rolled up the window of my new crew cab Ford, turned my head and smiled at them.
Success?
The painted paper pinata I carried was full of success and satisfaction.
You gave me a job the real American dream.
The work was shelter for my Maria, and milk for my hungary babies. I was becoming the vision she had of me.
You made me a slave with your less than minimum wage.
I didn't mind because my family was safe.
You see, you and I, we helped each other.
Today when we stopped at the red light I heard the cry of “beeeeeaner” coming from a car full of teens.
I rolled up the window of my new crew cab Ford, turned my head and smiled at them.
Success?