[Verse 1] You talk “invasion” while you married an arrival, Your queen’s an immigrant, but you weaponize the title. Your grandpa crossed a border, same story as mine, Now you bar all the doors, call it “protecting the line.” You spit “Mexicans are rapists” like that shit is true, Turn a rumor into rage just to light the fuse. No facts, no numbers, just a scapegoat to blame, Teach a country to hate till it’s numb to the shame. You point at tired faces like existence is a crime, But the Lady in the harbor had a different design: “Give me your tired, your poor,” was the promise at the door, You flipped it to “keep out” and made that welcome war. [Chorus] My country don't send masked men to your door, My country don't hunt brown people to deport. My country treats every person with respect, Not a quota to fill or a body to eject. [Verse 2] You send masked men in the night, black gear at the door, Kids screaming in the hallway, face-down on the floor. No warrant they can read, no rights ever sworn, Just a van in the dark and a family torn. You brag “law and order” like it’s noble as fuck, No due process, no hearing, just “get in the truck.” Your citizen kids are left crying afraid, Mom’s in a cage now, swept up in the raid. You chant “family values,” then you tear them apart, Stamp “alien” on them, and break a child’s heart. Say “they broke the rules” with your polished grin, But you straight up rigged it so they can’t get in. [Chorus] My country don't send masked men to your door, My country don't hunt brown people to deport. My country treats every person with respect, Not a quota to fill or a body to eject. [Verse 3] Vans creep pre-dawn past houses on the street, Masked raiders ram the door, the family's incomplete. This ain’t my country when terror's the norm, Where a child hears a knock and braces for a storm. My country's the one that stands up and screams, “Human rights for all,” not just certain teams. So keep your gold letters and your towers of glass, If the price is crushed families, then shove it up your ass! ’Cause my country isn’t you, and it never was, It’s the people in the streets yelling, THAT”S NOT US [with crowd shouting as BGs] [Chorus] My country don't send masked men to your door, My country don't hunt brown people to deport. My country treats every person with respect, Not a quota to fill or a body to eject. [Coda] Bullies ain't leaders, like darkness isn't light, Terror isn't strength, and cruelty isn't might, Deceit ain’t wisdom, and lies ain’t the law. Just 'cause it's "legal" don't make it right. Bullies ain't leaders, like darkness isn't light, Terror isn't strength, and cruelty isn't might, Deceit ain’t wisdom, and lies ain’t the law. Just 'cause it's "legal" don't make it right. It … ain’t… right!
