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SATSUMA (Paper Son Remix) by Paper Son https://soundcloud.com/papersonmusic/satsuma-paper-son-remix Here More By This Artist At http://soundcloud.com/papersonmusic

Hokshan and Toisan; Two words that stir up nothing of far images My youth laden with American ideals That these lands of my ancestors May have well been nothing more In the mind of my child Than some food on a takeout menu That he would not bear his stomach to eat Not places that became the start Of my families long journey To the land of gold and forgotten heritage Cause in the foolishness of my youth I only looked toward the immediate My surrounding of this black and white world As though my peoples journey took place In an Episode of Kung fu the legend continues With David Caradine selling off His Ancient Chinese secret Because it has become almost shameful The lack of curiosity of my childhood Now that I myself am a father Without history but bits and pieces Of a disaster I call 30 plus years of life Only to hear in passing as comments Toward my inner curiosity toward society And it's morbid attempt to prove My people unwelcome tourists in this land As my mother offers me yet Another sense of confusion toward my history And the sorrow that I felt for others Somehow becomes a blow to my self-worth I can read these amazing stories of paper sons And be amazed and empathetic toward the victims And the decedents of the necessary atrocity This becomes a tearing point along the stripes Of the Flag and the land that I love so much Because I can hear my fathers echo of his hatred Toward these foreign invaders come to take the jobs Of those who worked so hard to earn their place Among a system so broken that the temporary bandages Cannot hide that fact that lady liberty Not only weeps with pain, but bleeds for her children Who have become so lost in the assimilation That so many have become drones with no past I have taken up this struggle to find my family Because we are more than resident foreigners My loved ones, we are the descendents Of those who struggled for a better life Something far beyond your Ipods and consumerism And our peoples history deserves to stared at in awe, For it's glory is beset by our accomplishments And what they have given up so that we would not need to And almost none of my free generation can ever Comprehend the greatness in the suffering Of these heroes of our ancestry