I'm not the chosen one, 

I don't speak for us all,

But when I speak, I echo every Latin call.

With accents you can't comprehend

I begin to say,

 

Living here has shown me some things, like

Your need for others to bleed,

Your need of my chaos for your peace

You need my work and someone to blame 

You need anything that justifies your claim,

You then look for the savages who can't speak against you,

Your dogs and cats don't even taste good.

 

You want me to live, work, and die in your country,

But never be Red, white, and blue,

Just brown, like the soil where I work for you

The same soil the slaves died on,

Just guess how ironic it is seeing you operate,

Making my country a vibe, something to sell

Calling football soccer,

Calling yourself a whole continent?

Taking my good food, then making taco bell??

This really how deep your culture gets?

 

Maybe your “culture” mirrors your world,

The world built on the abuse of the POOR,

The poor with dreams of GLORY,

The glory that moves you to WAR,

The war there's nothing to gain from.

Maybe you don't even got a culture of your own.

 

Changing the name of a gulf

isn’t making your eggs price low,

And it sure ain't making you less hollow 

Cause everything you touch, you destroy.

In the other hand, we latinos are

Where every marvel came to light,

When in the chasm you see a sugar cane farm,

You can hear the acoustics of a guitar,

Playing every song you couldn't possibly dance

A rainfall, And in the midst of its act

you hear a call;

 

There's some things you might forget

Like the suffering of the old and modern slaves,

The abuse of any demographic that's not a white guy

You were once in my country to take everything you can

Now I'm in your country and can't have anything back?

When you criminalize the search for my future

I won't stay quiet to hear you yap

If my people are illegal, what about your ass?

Unless you asked the natives pretty please for their land.

 

Everyday it gets colder, it gets harder to withstand

And now ICE is getting closer every day and night

You are moved by hate, while needing something from everyone else,

What's next?

You don’t care about my people anyways

If we leave and take everything that was mine

You'll be left with your sad little life.

 

While we party, and drink

With a happiness you can only dream

We are the magic you can't achieve. 

Like the waves of the wild sea,

We are more genuine than you will ever be.