Yeah, now I'm a rock-star, it started with my imagination

Used to gaze at the twins before the birds hit 'em

Daydream about the God, my axe, my Excalibur

A man, who just saw the future beyond the dishwater

Yeah, cab driver used to gyspy cab rider

But she stuck with me when I had nothin', so I had to wife her

And I used write these thoughts on a black and white notebook

Haitian experience, now I'm a page in a book

I'm a Haitian, Haitian

When I landed in America, 'Merica

I got myself a green card, green card

Mamma say, if I ever break the law, they gon' send me back home

This is my Haitian experience

First stop out in England, England

Immigration send me back to Washington, Washington

Said I need a visa if I wanted to be in the United Kingdom

I pray that the Queen of Buckingham is listening

Your Highness, I got a palace out in Port Au Prince

I got a hundred acres and a whole lotta land

But I can't go back and see my people in the ticks

I'm a Haitian in America

When papa first got his green card, worked seven jobs in America

Then he came and got me from Haiti, told me I had one chance

To make it in America

In the legal Valley and lookin' for work in Manhattan in America

My papa was a Haitian, Haitian

He got to America, 'Merica

On a six month visa, visa

When the visa expired, he went underground like rats in the sewer

This is the Haitian experience

Runnin' from the Immigration interrogation

But his vision was his chosen

(How you gon' get us to New York?)

Absolute lost and at sea and never see the airport

Yeah, I pray that the President is up there listenin'

Your Excellence, I got a palace out in Port Au Prince

I got a hundred acres and a whole lotta land

So we go move from detention, we go, we build the land

I'm a Haitian in America

When papa first got his green card, worked seven jobs in America

Then he came and got me from Haiti, told me I had one chance

To make it in America

So I learned to play guitar with dreams of becomin' a rock star

(In America)

(I'm a Haitian)

I'm a Haitian in America

When papa first got his green card, worked seven jobs in America

Then he came and got me from Haiti, told me I had one chance

To make it in America

In the legal Valley and lookin' for work in Manhattan in America

What we gon' do right now is we gon' go back

Way back

To what I call Lassie

The roots, the Haitian experience

Let's go

Look in her eyes, she will survive

She smiles like she's in love

She's 21, she lost her feedin' arms

But she ain't lose her soul, dancin' outta control

Like Angelina Ballerina

Like Angelina Ballerina

Like Angelina Ballerina

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Yes, I'm a Haitian in America

When papa first got his green card, worked seven jobs in America

Then he came and got me from Haiti, told me I had one chance

To make it in America

In the legal Valley and lookin' for work in Manhattan in America

Man, I just got on a plane leavin' Haiti

And I landed in Brooklyn, New York City, Cooney Island

Marlboro Projects, man, in projects, it's so rough to blend in

I learned to how to rock, sing, dance, pop, loc, whatever it took

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Yeah, that's my dad, a Haitian livin' in America