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at Cromlin Road gaol
Not satisfied with having taken the life
Of this brave young Irish soldier
The British authorities buried his body in
An unmarked grave

God gave us the authority
Then we invite the Chinese, who came to this country for opportunity ,
They built the railroads with the black folk who were

Immigrant's Daughter

Margaret Becker

Immigrant's Daughter

1990

Grandma sailed the Irish coast
When she was barely thirteen
She was young enough
To believe in her dreams

Working at a sweatshop
Down

God, this is it
A rotten cage is no place for a man
This desert highway is my final stand
Authority will more than slap my hand
Tank of gasoline, I've

God, this is it
A rotten cage is no place for a man
This desert highway is my final stand
Authority will more than slap my hand
Tank of gasoline, I've

a bitch who won't gimme the suck
When I pull up just know we gon fuck
I might just be Irish the way I got luck
You know I stay driving, the way I am clutch

Shooting the three, Irish Spring
Balling like Flight in June, I'm on the team
My Bible it come wit a beam
No not rolling the green
Just tryna be the best I

then rebirthed 
With stressful mental tactics.
Only things the same 
Is my hat turns backwards.
But I move forward with authority
Probably born in me.