Minimum Wage

Lila Downs
Lingua: Inglese

Traveled seven hundred miles
Cross the border to the states
With a plastic bottle running!
Cross the desert in a shake
Come to English-only country
Hidin’ from the Minutemen
Come to make this place my home
Run a long, long way from them
Story of a lifetime for the minimum wage

Well they chased me through the desert
Then the agents strapped me down
Then they ask me why in Spanish
Why you keep on comin’ back
Well I left my dad in Jersey
And my sisters in Des Moines
They been workin’ in this country!
Pickin’ lettuce, washin’ floors
Story of a lifetime for the minimum wage

Well they raised me to eight dollars!
‘Cause I washed the dishes fast
Well the boss he got me workin’!
On the porch and in the back
Then I wash the dish and rinse it
Then I go home, then I sleep
Well I need to be real careful
‘Cause I walk out in my sleep
When I see that black van comin’
Then I know I'm sure to run
But goddamn them agents caught me
And they cuffed me on the spot
For the minimum wage

No one forced the boss to hire me!
But it’s nearly been fifteen
Well I left my baby cryin’ with
A promise in my skin
On the outskirts of L.A. I recite!
A native poem million hands
Ten thousand years, it’s the season!
For the crop it’s my people doin’
The pickin’ in the valley of the dolls
It’s a decent job to work it any day
I'll take this job

Ethiopian, Colombian, Pakistani, Cantonese
Every man that I run into!
All the kitchens on the strip
And they’re pluggin’ in them hours!
And they’re smilin’ in their dreams
They’re a long, long way from home now!
But they lookin’ to be free
California Alabama, and Missouri, Oregon
They been workin’ like their fathers were
A long, long time ago,
for the minimum wage

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