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dreams without borders (the american dream) - timothy welbeck lyrics

introduction
when mexico sends its people, they’re not sending their best. they’re not sending you. they’re not sending you. they’re sending people that have lots of problems, and they’re bringing those problems with us. they’re bringing drugs. they’re bringing crime. they’re rapists. and some, i -ssume, are good people

verse 1
so, i was speaking to this preacher after he was preaching/he said his sleep was infrequent, but when sleep comes, he dreams some/he doesn’t remember details from each one/but one recurs weekly, it comes at least once/in it, he sees a chikwa chief/ near a great fire with bark and leaves sparking/beneath the moon’s pale glow, and the star’s gleam/and when the preacher sits, the chief, he’s talking/”before the mayflower, prior to the pilgrims’ progress/before they acquired fields that were filled with harvest/before the redwood forest was an object of conquest/the chikwa saw it, the shasta walked it/now, we stand on their bones and shoulders/and long to hear the wisdom their forefathers told us/they were steeped in riches like copper and gold dust/but they were gone with the wind the moment those boats would come/they received until themselves europe’s huddle m-sses/and those huddled m-sses came to abundant gr-sses/they were received with wonder and gladness/but there would be a day there would come a sadness/the very day they said, ‘call us american’/and built a nation with africans’ fettered hands/and relegated us to mascots for letter bands/you see and do nothing and act like you’re better than them”/

verse 2
some are so audacious, they dream upon awakening/dreams so sacred take hold in those places/where folks’ hopes spring forth from a sole location/some are so bold, they’re told they’re so flagrant/with a borrowed melody guthrie wrote the refrain/”this is your land, this is my land,” and so they came/the irish came evading famines in their hills and canyons/the ukraines, escaping cannons desecrating their canon/others escaped to the states with reckless abandon/because the strive for a better life is relentless/that’s why people would ever strive with fences/people strive with fences to provide for children/if if the drive will k!ll the drive is unyielding/so they will come and bond from the labor of their job/making electronics for refrigerator parts/cleaning bathrooms and mowing neighbors’ yards/they’re elated by the opportunity they’re upon/these people who scurry across bays and ponds/are the very ones that we often debate upon/we deny them, and no longer bid them come/in so doing, we forget who we were once

verse 3 (adàn bean)
they say, “home is where the heart is”/from what i can tell, it is also where our start is/so many of us have been walking through this life heartless/men and women without chests attempting to sing melodies to songs we’ve never heard/trying to ch-r-ograph a dance we’ve never learned/longing for a fragrance we have yet to smell/grappling for a truth and for a balance we’ve never held/we are what society would call homeless/you know the ones you p-ss by, and try to avoid eye contact, the ones you can smell before you see/yes, that’s you; yes, that’s me/yes, indeed we wreak of a country we have yet to visit/immigrants from heaven on earth with a work visa/undoc-mented workers leaning like towers of pisa/crooked, like smiles on the mona lisa/there’s no country for old men, or young one’s either/we are wandering exiles/with a sin nature that stretched miles/a trail of tears, we all didn’t arrive here being processed at ellis island/or transported as cargo on slave ships/or floating on rafts that were makeshift /or climbing a fence or crawling through a bas-m-nt/our path to citizenship, well, it’s something to write home about/i mean it’s something which no amount of human sacrifice could account for/and since charity starts at home, my lord who is in heaven thought we were worthy to fight for/what christ did on that cross, suspended between two thieves/according to ephesians 2:16/he himself, our peace, has put to death forever that wall of hostility/fashioning a new form of humanity/a new man in you, a new man in me/we have been grafted into a family tree/unrestricted free agents drafted onto a winning team/the blood of christ was like a transfer of land deed/we are walking residencies/we’re not homeless, we’re now the home/our bodies are brick and mortar/he is the chief cornerstone/the realization of a dream without borders

interlude
immigration’s always been an issue that inflames p-ssions. that’s not surprising. there are a few things that are more important to us as a society than who gets to come here and call our country home. who gets the privilege of becoming a citizen of the united states of america? that’s a big deal. when we talk about that in the abstract, it is easy sometimes for the discussion to take on a feeling of us versus them. and when that happens, a lot of folks forget that most of us used to be them. we forget that

- timothy welbeck lyrics

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