Immigrant

[1] - Coming from where he didHe was turned away from every door like JosephTo even the toughest among usThat would be too muchHe didn't know what it was to be black'Till they gave him his changeBut didn't want to touch his handTo even the toughest among usThat would be too much[2] - Isn't it just enoughHow hard it is to liveIsn't it hard enoughJust to make it through a dayThe secret of their fear and their suspicionStanding there looking like an angelIn his brown shoes, his short suitHis white shirt and his cuffs a little frayedComing from where he didHe was such a dignified childTo even the toughest among usThat would be too much[Repeat 2][Repeat 1]