I am going to America As a prisoner, as a number Yesterday I was a leader on the Arabian sea Back in Somalia At 17 we're men We are not teens I was going to help my family Get my momma a little luxury
You hear about the men with the guns and boats When they're tracking down the ships east of the coast 'Til they bring 'em in and make American money When you've got nothing they make promises That they want you to believe So I'm going to America but it's not the way I dreamed
We were a team Now it's only me On the wrong side Of the powers that be The reality is frightening me FBI agents and Navy Seals I try to tell myself that it isn't real With a stab wound and a bandaged hand I'm chained in a plane under US command And there are overalls all over me.
You hear about the men with the guns and boats When they're tracking down the ships east of the coast 'Til they bring 'em in and make American money When you've got nothing they make promises That they want you to believe So I'm going to America but it's not the way I dreamed