The Migrants

It's morning and the fear begins
Fear of reality fear of loneliness fear hunger
You know you can't escape from what is reality
Cause you gotta deal with it live with it

And I see the migrants are rolling in the town
With their heads down
Looking for shelter and some food
If you can help one help one
If you can help one help one
And I see the migrants are rolling in the town
With their heads down
Looking for shelter and some food
If you can help one help one
If you can help one help one

No one but you can help one
Brother keep your eyes open
And walk on
This empty path will lead you nowhere
Truth has no path to choose one
Hold on I see the poor migrants are broken
I feel they've been shaken
Their obligations are draggen
Freedoms are taken
Landed hands are forgotten
Leaders are sitting on a steeple
Grinning drinking and exchanging their precious gifts
They wouldn't care if you're screaming
Down down down down
Games are played by these clowns
Greeders breeders we call them leaders
I see you believing in these cheaters
Who is nearer to God is it the preacher
You asked me who's my teacher
I showed you this G quester
And this man has no leader no preacher no teacher
He's an observer his eyes are like an eagle
He said weaker gets a leader
Believer gets a cheater
Your consciousness is your teacher
There's nothing to seek
Don't be a seeker

And I see the migrants are rolling in the town
With their heads down
Looking for shelter and some food
If you can help one help one
If you can help one help one
And I see the migrant are rolling in the town
With their heads down
Looking for shelter and some food
If you can help one help one
If you can help one help one

I heard you calling me a fuckin immigrant
Aren't you the violent
Brother who is silent?
I'm not the tyrant, I'm not an aspirant
I don't wanna influence you as a cunt
I pity the poor migrants whose house is burnt
Whose lives are cursed
Who live in dirt and thirst
You've seen them crying but you never helped
Brother If you can't help don't hurt
Muhfuckers learnt to humiliate
Never learnt to affectionate
Near the city gate whatever you see and say isn't a fact
I really hate, matter of fact
This country isn't that great
Godmen are telling you to meditate
And killing eight
Be aware boy don't be an idiot
Willy, ain't telling you the fictionality
He's telling you the reality
Why can't you see this inhumanity
This is insanity brother come out of your vanity

And I see the migrants are rolling in the town
With their heads down
Looking for shelter and some food
If you can help one help one
If you can help one help one
And I see the migrant are rolling in the town
With their heads down
Looking for shelter and some food
If you can help one help one
If you can help one help one