I am a Mexican
As such I was born
Of this soul is my clan
Even through death I can’t be torn
For death is a friend of mine
~
‘Mexican’ from me can not be washed
Through time or water or dress
Use me, hate me, vilify me and it can’t be crushed
Being that MY gods curse or bless
There is nothing to refine
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When I cross the river
And invade your dream
You don’t know that I am the giver
To enslave me is your scheme
Life and freedom for me, is no longer mine
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Know this you of the north:
Your need takes its toll
My life’s spirit loses its worth
I am no longer whole
And within I die, in time
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Guadalupe, I pray, is witness to me
I love my heritage and the blood in my veins
My land, my family, impoverished will be
You and I will never see the same
But life for my loved ones will not be denied