Just some rain to change this..

The first generation in the u.s. of a to get paid less wage than the ones who came before the wicked waged war in a desert terrain 24 short bars couldn't measure the pain so now i greet the neighbor daily he's on his porch smokin' overhead thunderclouds move in slow motion, came across an ocean in hope of some better days, expatriated citizens of third world decay, where children translate for their parents sake in a landscape where the working class can escape, these languages twisted, tounges get unraveled, can't understand each other in this modern day battle, now we trying to get a piece of what the city broke down, barely claming family but quick to claim the town recognize its serious but ain't afraid to clown, trained for confrontation there's no other way around, these sacred ground desecrators, they tried to decimate us they hit the ballet like the mayor's gonna save us and it pains me to say this but pain is what made this, it's gonna take more than just some rain to change this

Just some rain to change this...