I couldn't settle down somehow

And find myself a tree to hide

Its not like its easy but i'll find my way to park my pride

Could it be the nature of the city?

The foreign inferiority

The dying urge to be accepted as a somebody?

Disconnected to the nation

Four million population

I wouldn’t even know where to start

Whoa oh oh

Whoa oh oh

I wouldn't trade my stay

Whoa oh oh

Whoa oh oh

But it would be nice to see some change

This little red dot of mine

Maybe small to many eyes but i really don't mind

Could it be the nature of the city?

The people all around me?

Superficial things 3 we all place in priority?

Disconnected to the nation

Four million population

I wouldn’t even know where to start

Whoa oh oh

Whoa oh oh

I wouldn't trade my stay

Whoa oh oh

Whoa oh oh

This home is where i lay