P. Mitri  Migration (Remix)
 

Now usually I don't do this but uh,
Go ahead and give 'em a little preview of the remix

No I'm not trying to be a bother
But let's discuss Rocco & His Brothers
The pressure that's put on Rocco
Makes his life fall apart like a taco
And Nadia was cheating 
A couple brothers, a couple flings 
Rocco needs a boxing coach
The way he thrives in the ring

He'll throw a punch, punch
Or maybe a jab, jab
This kid was born to fight 
He has so much might
While they saying on the radio

It's the remix to migration
And it's pouring down snowflakes
Mama Parondi
Got all her son's out here shovelin'
Snow, Snow, Snow, Snow, Snow, Snow, Snow 
 

~To the tune of: Riptide, Vance Joy~

I didn’t know much about Italy

I didn’t know about diasporas

Or family relations

And I need an Honors class that’s fun

I wanted to learn about migration

Ohhhhhhhh ohhhh ohhh ahhh ahh ahh
 

~To the tune of: Perfect, Ed Sheeran~

I found a class

For meeeee

It sometimes can be a hot mess

Like my blogs every week

Well I found stories,

Some to watch and some to read

I never knew Italian culture

Could be so interesting

Sometimes they’re just kids

When they have to go

Travel across the globe

Piled on in one boat

Nuovomondo

But darling you’ll be alright

We’ll have a better life

Where we’re together

That is home

Baby I’m

Dancing the tarantella

& Homosociable fellas

Using nicknames to get close

Like Gino’s crew on fishing boats

When Peppe sang his songs

And we all sang along                                                                                                                      

You could hear the

Cultural experience we had

~To the tune of: Halo, Beyonce~

It’s like La Cava was awakened

The Invisible Glass wasn’t breaking

It’s a risk Chick was taking

He’s always gonna shut Steve out

Steve’s lonely in that Yankee Bar

But happy with Chick in his car

Soon he’s gonna have a halo

Forever with a broken heart

~To the tune of: Sweet Child O’ Mine, Guns N’ Roses~

Geremio’s got his eyes

On the biggest prize

The American Dream

He hates to go to Job

And see his boss’s face

Religion reminds him what it’s all been for

His children won’t lay bricks

Try to break the cycle

Of the poor

Paul will get an education

Ohhh Christ in Concrete

Oh oh oh Christ in Concrete