It’s quite strange that I have no real home, I was born on different soil so i’m different i’ve been told
Strange i’ve tried to make Texas my home but like my landlord to them i’ve never quite mattered
See I didn’t ask to stray from my homeland and I certainly didn’t ask to be brought to a land full of prejudicial scum
Strange that when asked where i’m from no simple answer satisfies me, all i’ve ever known are the grasslands of Texas
Roots go deeper so i’ve been told, but how can I identify with a land i’ve never stepped
foot on? how can I say I belong to one place when really no place has welcomed me with its open arms
Strange that i’m terrified of death, not because i’m scared of dying but scared because im unsure where my final resting place will be, cause I don’t quite have a home