I love Chicago, I love my Texans
I love my Mexicans that cross down through them trenches
In search of a better life
Not for them, but them kids
The ones that would group up
A lil rough around the edges
(But very disciplined)
The ones they call dreamers
Let's pull out the streamers
It time you graduated
Shout out to the lobos
The wolves, that helped my mama craw
She told me of a story
A perfect allegory
She said she was sure she was dying
Saw those piggy's flying
Hid in a bush
Mama grew a back bone
Said she'd never let them piggy's get me
Little did she know
Her little kids would grow
In a world, if you're a little brown girl
Then you deserved to get thrown into a cell
With no help
Just your beans and rice
Water of they're nice
Go ahead play with your dice"While all I do is yell at the mic"
No Muro
What the point of putting up a wall
Se que No fui cura but-I
Know, historically good at breaking borders
What reason for the space between us
The animosity the hatred
Love my taco truck
But see my skin and hate me
Seen an older woman
Had a sign that read"Immigrants are the world"
That's how the story's told
Nowadays we're all known as
Poor, miserable, thieves,drug addicts, lazy-smelly-bums
That somehow steel all the jobs
From The, politically correct, the exec's
The ones that keep us all in check
Another one
A little girl screaming"Have you seen my dad"
His Dark skin complexion meant he was up for detention
No rhyme or reason"You know what maybe he shouldn't be breathing""Apa no vayas a trabajar"
Words we all grew up preaching
Sobbing over, begging him not to put food on the table"Mijo eres mi primer creído, Jamás estarás solo
Cuídate mucho y nunca olvides cuánto te quiero
Y siempre mientras Dios me lo permita voy a estar contigo
Verás que Dios nunca nos deja
Ten fe y pórtate bien cabrón
Así como yo te amo el nos ama"
Chino - 1/21/2025 Lyrics
Chino - 1/21/2025 Lyrics
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English
I love Chicago, I love my Texans
I love my Mexicans that cross down through them trenches
In search of a better life
Not for them, but them kids
The ones that would group up
A lil rough around the edges
(But very disciplined)
The ones they call dreamers
Let's pull out the streamers
It time you graduated
Shout out to the lobos
The wolves, that helped my mama craw
She told me of a story
A perfect allegory
She said she was sure she was dying
Saw those piggy's flying
Hid in a bush
Mama grew a back bone
Said she'd never let them piggy's get me
Little did she know
Her little kids would grow
In a world, if you're a little brown girl
Then you deserved to get thrown into a cell
With no help
Just your beans and rice
Water of they're nice
Go ahead play with your dice"While all I do is yell at the mic"
No Muro
What the point of putting up a wall
Se que No fui cura but-I
Know, historically good at breaking borders
What reason for the space between us
The animosity the hatred
Love my taco truck
But see my skin and hate me
Seen an older woman
Had a sign that read"Immigrants are the world"
That's how the story's told
Nowadays we're all known as
Poor, miserable, thieves,drug addicts, lazy-smelly-bums
That somehow steel all the jobs
From The, politically correct, the exec's
The ones that keep us all in check
Another one
A little girl screaming"Have you seen my dad"
His Dark skin complexion meant he was up for detention
No rhyme or reason"You know what maybe he shouldn't be breathing""Apa no vayas a trabajar"
Words we all grew up preaching
Sobbing over, begging him not to put food on the table"Mijo eres mi primer creído, Jamás estarás solo
Cuídate mucho y nunca olvides cuánto te quiero
Y siempre mientras Dios me lo permita voy a estar contigo
Verás que Dios nunca nos deja
Ten fe y pórtate bien cabrón
Así como yo te amo el nos ama"
I love my Mexicans that cross down through them trenches
In search of a better life
Not for them, but them kids
The ones that would group up
A lil rough around the edges
(But very disciplined)
The ones they call dreamers
Let's pull out the streamers
It time you graduated
Shout out to the lobos
The wolves, that helped my mama craw
She told me of a story
A perfect allegory
She said she was sure she was dying
Saw those piggy's flying
Hid in a bush
Mama grew a back bone
Said she'd never let them piggy's get me
Little did she know
Her little kids would grow
In a world, if you're a little brown girl
Then you deserved to get thrown into a cell
With no help
Just your beans and rice
Water of they're nice
Go ahead play with your dice"While all I do is yell at the mic"
No Muro
What the point of putting up a wall
Se que No fui cura but-I
Know, historically good at breaking borders
What reason for the space between us
The animosity the hatred
Love my taco truck
But see my skin and hate me
Seen an older woman
Had a sign that read"Immigrants are the world"
That's how the story's told
Nowadays we're all known as
Poor, miserable, thieves,drug addicts, lazy-smelly-bums
That somehow steel all the jobs
From The, politically correct, the exec's
The ones that keep us all in check
Another one
A little girl screaming"Have you seen my dad"
His Dark skin complexion meant he was up for detention
No rhyme or reason"You know what maybe he shouldn't be breathing""Apa no vayas a trabajar"
Words we all grew up preaching
Sobbing over, begging him not to put food on the table"Mijo eres mi primer creído, Jamás estarás solo
Cuídate mucho y nunca olvides cuánto te quiero
Y siempre mientras Dios me lo permita voy a estar contigo
Verás que Dios nunca nos deja
Ten fe y pórtate bien cabrón
Así como yo te amo el nos ama"
Writer: Luis Gamez II
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid