Lyrics God's Eye - Stogie T

II. Melila, Immigrant Stories
When kings run out of grace
Kingdoms go up in flames
When killing is customary, your kin go running for safe
You don't know her, but the story arc is the same
Boat loads displaced, mostly young and afraid
Row across the straits
Coastguard when in Spain
They trying to ship you back it's a false start to your fate
But Red Cross lady knows that stoic display
It's really masking the trauma that more than often is rape

It's bottled rage, it's cousins slain, its no funeral without a grave
It's no conclusion to where Poppa lay
Without a pastors prayers no greener pastures there
Lost in this unfamiliar world without family
Cause she don't wanna sound ungrateful for life
But sometimes she wonder if death is as painful as life
Survival is like the most ill-fated price
A cruel joke designed to delight an absent divine

Fools gold you left all your prospects behind
If you know what's best forget what you left behind
Keep the demons at bay
When they form to visit your mind
Hope your demeanor don't sway
When they call you immigrant swine
Bidding your time
Wounds heal, the lesson is tough
You meet a guy who's real and gives you love
You'll see that in time the newsreel with
Immigrants might come to leave you passive
Where you feel nothing but calm