Liberar a la Gente

Si se puede liberar a la gente

Si se puede liberar a la gente

Before the sunset, our backs sweat

Uncle Sam said to cut your grasses, Harvest your talents

For less than minimum wages

As I urgently press these pages, from the pain that is tainted

From brainless actions of a president amending immigration madness

I’ll take a s**t on the White House and use the flag as a napkin

They assassinated my parents, my peoples dreams through the American dream

Torched my Hispanic family tree to generate and print your precious vicious money

Your son he’s, taken away to a different country, caged away in a pound like a pouting puppy