Product of Immigration

LadiesLoveGuapo
My father was born in an era when
Green cards wasn't gave to the Mexicans
At whole-foods buying fruit to better my health
But they looking at me like I probably picked them cherries myself
They don't feel bad for my people
They call us "wetbacks", "illegals"
We crossed the Rio Grand and claim the land they stole from our people!
Cuz we've been forced to believe
We "bottom-feedeers" and "theives"
But the truth is that we native to the "Land of the Free"
But ain't no brainwashing me
My dad was raised in the streets
He learned to build a house from scratch, but never learned how to read
And then my grandmomma's daughter
She was like 8 when she brought her
Escaped the murder and slaughter
To get some shelter and water
And now I'm 1st generation
Product of immigration
I'm a "wetback", I'm a "beaner", I'm an "illegal alien"
(So what?!!)
And now I'm 1st generation
Product of immigration
I'm a "wetback", I'm a "beaner", I'm an "illegal alien"
So what?!!