LYRIC FOR SALE

By Adan Torres

He’s just a kid
How can he be at fault
For the color of his skin
He shouldn’t be condemned at all

His parents came this way
No more than a little hope
To condemn their soul
Is a reflection on us all

They came from far away
A little food on their plate
Is so unreal
To have to bear so much hate
They came from far away
To find a better life
To work in the USA
Just a husband and his wife

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Off to school he goes
Just a backpack and his lunch
No one wants to know
Is dismissed as just a hunch
When the cotton doesn’t grow
They find themselves at home
Without any dough
The boy goes without lunch

They came from far away
A little food on their plate
Is so unreal
To have to bear so much hate
They came from far away
To find a better life
To work in the USA
Just a husband and his wife

His little sister at the door
Mama holds her hand
It never gets old
He runs home and hugs them once again

With a smile on his face
He looks into their eyes
He tells them that one day
All will be just fine

They came from far away
A little food on their plate
Is so unreal
To have to bear so much hate
They came from far away
To find a better life
To work in the USA
Just a husband and his wife

They came from far away
A little food on their plate
Is so unreal
To have to bear so much hate
They came from far away
To find a better life
To work in the USA
Just a husband and his wife

They came from far away
To find a better life
To work in the USA
Just a husband and his wife