I can tell who an immigrant is, because I know my history.
He knows faces... bleh!
We’re all immigrants you giant elephant dropping.
Some of our ancestors came here according to the rules, and others just crashed the party and ransacked the place.
Sadly mom and dad didn’t come home yet, and the place is getting trashed. Even the cops won’t come out to the house anymore, and the neighbors are on their own.
I'm not. Some of my great-great-greats might have been, but I was born here. I don't have anywhere else to go but here.