S1 ep 7A- IMMIGRANT SHIT

FOLLOW US ON TWITTER @NIGHTWORLDPOD Email us- [email protected] SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL WILL RUN FROM JUNE UNTIL THE END OF OCTOBER. NIGHT WORLD IS RECORDED AT NIGHT SOUND STUDIOS IN CARRBORO NORTH CAROLINA. THE MUSIC -PURPLE AND BLUE- FEATURED IN EPISODE 7A IS FROM SFRBEATS.COM NIGHT WORLD a PODCAST is written & performed by Arvid, 8TATE HYE, & Zaf. Glenn Schwartz is our recording engineer. Please leave reviews, subscribe and share this podcast. IMMIGRANT SHIT- Lowly creature I bump my speakers Today we lease it Tomorrow we keep it Cycles they spin We all want a Benz Maybe not Maybe I Dissatisfied With the way of life This shit crazy Green card baby Papa came for school What he do Nothing Something Not everything though Why it feel like every gringo Got it Huh That's one way look at it Take it out on everyone who has it When you haven't Had the chance To taste the pie resting on their pan Peter make me a believer The seeds of immigrants Come to America plant something significant King Jaffe Jofer Babba spent his life as a chauffeur Taxi driver Uber slave Become a robber When dinero give no way We come from good families Immigrant casualties Straight edge With no edge Cuts and burns of sacrifice Pour out my soul I LATHER my self with this poraso Prepare ourselves for afterlife Afterlife Of the 9-5 Flag you down for another ride Hide The flag you crowned from another life Children of a sand nigger camel jockey Birth certificate states bengali Whoosa Who ya'll To tell us where we belong The color of my papa skin take refuge on my arm Refugees Refuting That line Bumping fugees While in line For Fu-kee express Fuck you expect Dolla Chinese and ten Cent Plates Korea town LA Let's make a dinner date Exotic tastes Of melting pot gumbo Tumble Dry Blue collar shirts for 25 times 3 At the lavanderia get clean Pace The pesos Spend it on churros Been working like a burro Murals Idealized Sacrifice Pictures are nice But This shit hard Avant garde Thinking The weekend Reserved for play What you say? Sunday's For church Fried chicken And hurt Greasy elbows can't grease palms Alms and sacrifice change tides Float tithes change lives That's above us Holy father Fallen sons You love us Or begrudge us Either way we our sons/suns