Verse 1.
I'm an alien in this city
And my struggle is real
It is hard to be feeding
This city
It is hard to be raising the kids.
I'm an immigrant in this city
I belong to the streets
It is hard to be fitting
This city
Where no one cares how you feel
Chorus:
I have children to feed
And my wife is absento
I'm still learning to read
And it's going real lento
So I'm selling these beets
Just to make couple cento
But no matter the need
All I'm saying indeed
Life's a Dolce Momento
Verse 2.
I'm an outlaw in this city
Just because my skin's dark
Working hard after fleeing
My city
Just to run into snarks.
No regrets and no pity
But I wonder sometimes
If it wasn't so greedy
(Oh) This city
Life would not be a crime
Life would not cost a dime...
Immigrant s song
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