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