I come from a land    So far away   I’ve come to make a living   Then get away   Better prospects here   That’s what they say   Better people here    That’s what they say   Stepping off the boat   With my suitcase in my hand   Be damned by the eyes   Of the immigration man   The purpose of my visit   Is questioned and doubted   Suspicion falls   They don't believe I was invited      Feeling all alone   There aint no place to call home       I’m here in a land   Far from my family   Brought on the wave    Of new opportunity   Come and help the Motherland   Is what they said   Suitcase in my hand   To a foreign land   Stepping down the street   Trying to find my own two feet   Turned away by landlords   Who refuse to let to me   A boarder in a hostel   I’m caged like an animal   The odds were stacked against me   For my own survival      Suspicion in their eyes   Full of mistrust   Living with their lies   And their stereotypes      They’re clearing the way   For a deportation order   They wanna put me on   The first plane home tomorrow   But in their haste    They overlooked my visa   Saddened faces   See that I am Bona Fida      There aint no place to call home