Mom, where's freedom
Mom, you always told me, "Go to the United States — decent people everywhere, and freedom, like a cup of tea. " Mom, now I'm living in the U.S., Here, freedom, is a cup of tea: two bucks and a fee. ICE on the street corner, waiting for me. Mom, you used to tell me, "Go to the United States — the American dream is waiting, hurry up and hold the key. " Mom, now I'm living in the U.S. — fifty pounds on my knee, fifteen hours on my feet, four hours' sleep like a bee, then home past the corner, where ICE waits for me. Mom, you once told me, "Go to the United States for a key; there, every smile is high glee. " Now, I'm living in the U.S. — people cryin...