Yes I left my motherland and went so far To get a good job and a brand new car Very smart phone, hundred inch TV American hits on my MP3 I’m living in diaspora, I’m very proud Of my house with the pool, master credit card Thick gold chain hangs around my neck Mercedes Benz parked in the back Don't believe the hype I never beat my wife I’m not a macho man who would stab you with a knife I live by your rules every single day But some things are written in my DNA