I cross border, poor and broke …

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I cross border, poor and broke,
Take bus, see employment folk.
Nice man treat me good in there,
Say I need to see welfare.

Welfare say, “You come no more,
We send cash right to your door.”
Welfare checks, they make you wealthy,
Medicaid it keep you healthy!

By and by, I got plenty money,
Thanks to you, American dummy.
Write to friends in motherland,
Tell them come as fast as you can.

They come in rags and Chebby trucks,
I buy big house with welfare bucks.
They come here, we live together,
More welfare checks, it gets better!

Fourteen families they moving in,
But neighbor’s patience wearing thin.
Finally, white guy moves away,
I buy his house, and then I say,

“Find! more aliens for house to rent.”
And in the yard I put a tent.
Send for family (they just trash),
But they, too, draw welfare cash!

Everything is mucho good,
And soon we own the neighborhood.
We have hobby–it’s called breeding,
Welfare pay for baby feeding.

Kids need dentist? Wife need pills?
We get free! We got no bills!
American crazy! He pay all year,
To keep welfare running here.

We think America darn good place!
Too darn good for the white man race.
If they no like us, they can go,
Got lots of room in Mexico.

1 thought on “I cross border, poor and broke …”

  1. Before the civil Rights bill of 1964, the Mexicans could freely come across our boarder , get a green card, and work American farms. They stayed on average 4 months, making 60 to 80 cents per hour. Then go back to Mexico and to their families an live likes kings. Then federal government employees in California told the Mexicans , why go back to Mexico. The size of government started to grow and grow. Milton Friedman in one of his books said, government should not consume no more then 10% of the GDP. They are now consuming more then 50% of the GDP.

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