Text: Burning Heads. Bad Time For Humankind.

I have no country, and no identity,one day you'll catch me and send me,to the place i was born,

Many years of asking,but i have no papers,no right for living,another summer,i work here and do the shit job,that no one wants to do,i've been treated like a dog,i think that i pay my due,many years of asking,but i have no papers,no right for living,another summer,

No i.d. Papers,
Not even a number,
I'm nobody in this land,
Bad time for humankind.