I feel the weight and pain of my tan brothers
latinos being accused of theft and man slaughter
I see their broken spirits and hardships
eyes bleed, and speak with barbed lips
Harrased by the ones that are designed for justice
white citizens glad with the government they trusted
They work hard their whole lives and die
no one hears their cries or sees their pride
They have crossed borders and walked miles
walk in their shoes and feel their despair and trials
Babies are being born with no healthcare
mothers cant speak english or get walfare
they are discriminated against and left on the streets
they come together fight with murderous feats
many centuries of rage is what you see in their eyes
now its to late to give them a job and apologize
mira el espirito roto de todos mis hermanos
todavia con un bello voz, nosotros cantamos
As I look at my skin color I feel nothing...but dignity
and for all my latinos, show your smile if you feelin me
then raise your hands high in the air
and put a finger up cause we never cared

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