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