(Alan "Ace" Lee)

 

 

“Yea! The secret war…. of Lao, L A O S, land of the million elephant. This the story of our forefather, this for yall!”  

 

Royal Lao Goverement, seized be communist

Internal fight within on own politics

1947 it aint been the same since

Death to the King the Queen and the Prince

They told all lies, and stole the whole truth

Families broke down

Fathers turn to the troops

Learned to break down guns

not to shake when you shoot

The pain and the hate passed down to the youth

I can see it in my eyes

You can see the soldiers cry

But nobody wonders why the generations like this

The way that we live

Opportunities we missed

We came on a plane, and thought it was a gift

It all was a lie

The government didn’t give us shit

They put us in a place, where they wanted us to quite

Stuck in poverty, Now we barely living

The secret war ended, but this War is just being!

 

 

 

(Chorus) 2x

 

Before they more than refugees

Memories of their homeland sinking in the sea

Is all they could see

Forget communist rule

They did what they did for us to be free

 

 

 

(Phon ”Pboi”)

 

L-A-O-S, Land of the elephant

Not just one, but we come by the millions

Full of culture

Full of pride

Home sweet home. It was paradise

Rice field patties and many rivers

All about family, never triping about Money

living in peace, it was lovely out there

until the war hit, that when things got shady there

Families left home, cildern shade tear

Father and Son got in to gear

AK strap up, out on the field

Mother and daughter left all alone

Out on a journey to find a new home

Swam across the river into Thailand

Hope to find safety in the refugee camp

Hope to find safety in the refugee camp

 

 

 

(Chorus) 2x

 

Before they more than refugees

Memories of their homeland sinking in the sea

Is all they could see

Forget communist rule

They did what they did for us to be free

 

 

 

(Arthur “Tha Tha”)

 

They aint refugees, more of warriors

Boat across the sea

Fathers getting kidnapped

Bombs dropping on mothers

The war turned brothers against brothers

Pirates slaved daughters

Days turning cold

Fire kept getting hotter and it grows

Bridge the gap

Struggles in the homeland

Struggles in the hood

Their fall is why i stand

The picture of my grandma resting in my hands

Tears of refugees

Washes the dirt of lies

Spirit of my great grandpa

Imagine me staring in his eyesin elementary

They didn’t teach our language

They didn’t teach our history

But now i see

My people still fighting to be free

In my homeland there’s hella trees

Here

There’s hella concrete

Urban villages

Growing in these streets

The song of my ancestors on

Repeat

I feel something powerful in this beat

I can only imagine

The journey of my elder

The journey, they live and die to get to the

The great migration

The parts they played in

The creation of the lao nation

Family gathered at the temple

The graves if those before me

The struggle resembles

The destiny moving my feet