I'm the son of a carpenter
No one working harder cuh
My gente incarcerated The number's alarming huh
Treat us like cattle and the wardens are farming bruh
Keep your eyes open when they speak on disarming ya
Power to the people Some have died for that statement
Indigenous by blood not by relation
Land of the free but I'm down on the pavement
Refuse and resist 'til I see the day when
Men are treated equal the way that God made them
They say they love God but they hate His creation
History books call us bandits and hoodlums
Totoka Mexica the ones the Spaniards came and took from
We're more than landscapers and painters
Refusing to forget in Texas Rangers would hang us
To those in office get these public servants off us
Cause when we unite good luck trying to stop us
This is still for the Raza
We hold it down for the Raza
We going hard for the Raza
We moving forward Raza
I hear the voices of my ancestors calling me
The sounds of hounds and mounted police following
The world changed the day the ships landed
Plundered homes, stole our gold and our language
Took our land then made laws against us
Sign weak treaties then don't defend us
Join the Army and they don't protect us
Take away our voice and turn us in to protestors
Deny our rights and then try to arrest us
Go back from where you came My family been in Texas
Since the invasion we've been patiently waiting
To take it back now free them brown babies from cages
Let's organize and get our people in order
Kampa motlal We were here before the border
Since nineteen fifteen we can't forget La Matanza
And remember this is still for La Raza
Xicano Vega & Fred Beezy - American History Mex (feat. Lord Lorenz) Lyrics
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I'm the son of a carpenter
No one working harder cuh
My gente incarcerated The number's alarming huh
Treat us like cattle and the wardens are farming bruh
Keep your eyes open when they speak on disarming ya
Power to the people Some have died for that statement
Indigenous by blood not by relation
Land of the free but I'm down on the pavement
Refuse and resist 'til I see the day when
Men are treated equal the way that God made them
They say they love God but they hate His creation
History books call us bandits and hoodlums
Totoka Mexica the ones the Spaniards came and took from
We're more than landscapers and painters
Refusing to forget in Texas Rangers would hang us
To those in office get these public servants off us
Cause when we unite good luck trying to stop us
This is still for the Raza
We hold it down for the Raza
We going hard for the Raza
We moving forward Raza
I hear the voices of my ancestors calling me
The sounds of hounds and mounted police following
The world changed the day the ships landed
Plundered homes, stole our gold and our language
Took our land then made laws against us
Sign weak treaties then don't defend us
Join the Army and they don't protect us
Take away our voice and turn us in to protestors
Deny our rights and then try to arrest us
Go back from where you came My family been in Texas
Since the invasion we've been patiently waiting
To take it back now free them brown babies from cages
Let's organize and get our people in order
Kampa motlal We were here before the border
Since nineteen fifteen we can't forget La Matanza
And remember this is still for La Raza
No one working harder cuh
My gente incarcerated The number's alarming huh
Treat us like cattle and the wardens are farming bruh
Keep your eyes open when they speak on disarming ya
Power to the people Some have died for that statement
Indigenous by blood not by relation
Land of the free but I'm down on the pavement
Refuse and resist 'til I see the day when
Men are treated equal the way that God made them
They say they love God but they hate His creation
History books call us bandits and hoodlums
Totoka Mexica the ones the Spaniards came and took from
We're more than landscapers and painters
Refusing to forget in Texas Rangers would hang us
To those in office get these public servants off us
Cause when we unite good luck trying to stop us
This is still for the Raza
We hold it down for the Raza
We going hard for the Raza
We moving forward Raza
I hear the voices of my ancestors calling me
The sounds of hounds and mounted police following
The world changed the day the ships landed
Plundered homes, stole our gold and our language
Took our land then made laws against us
Sign weak treaties then don't defend us
Join the Army and they don't protect us
Take away our voice and turn us in to protestors
Deny our rights and then try to arrest us
Go back from where you came My family been in Texas
Since the invasion we've been patiently waiting
To take it back now free them brown babies from cages
Let's organize and get our people in order
Kampa motlal We were here before the border
Since nineteen fifteen we can't forget La Matanza
And remember this is still for La Raza
Writer: Matthew Vega
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