Ilegales

The Prophet, with Criminal Minds
For my illegal people

What makes you better than me?
A green card, a passport, I don't know
I'm still illegal, a criminal mind
And I'll always be an Aztec, always original
-Because I represent my culture and my roots
My dark color is the pride of what you say
Crossing absurd lines, arriving in other countries
People who are left in the attempt, sad stories
They risk everything to change their situation
And sometimes there's no way out, just desperation
Between confusion and with immigration
Amnesty becomes their only hope
Never let anyone humiliate you and look down on you
Because we all come from the same place
You can't judge, you can't stop
What my destiny has for me can't change
Nor can it save
The lives of those trying to cross deserts
And hells
Those who arrive
And continue, achieve their dreams
And start a new life
Because you know that death always ends
That's why I live life, day by day
I ask God to protect me and bless me

Blood is shed when the dream is not achieved
Putting up barriers, discriminating against the race
The situation, oppression, and unreasonable laws
It's pure depression that leads us to perdition

Blood is shed when the dream is not achieved
Putting up barriers, discriminating against the race
The situation, oppression, and unreasonable laws
It's pure depression that leads us to perdition

Discrimination has always existed in this country
And these people haven't changed, they're always like that
People say we're invading
This land is our land, it has always been ours
They make you feel less because they think you're nothing
And for hard work, they're a pain in the ass
They discriminate just because you have dark skin
Working extra hours is your sentence
I make badass music and I'm still illegal
And the chaos with my race will never stop
And they don't want to give us amnesty either
Because they can't handle us, they won't stop us

Pissed off, here I am
Many have spoken, criticized, discriminated, and humiliated the Mexican
I can't take it anymore
I'm fed up, reflecting here in my room
I see the portrait of my ancestors
I stand behind, fighting, living
Like Hidalgo, I make a pact and stand out
And like a thug, I stop and go out
If necessary, I catch you
So you see, so you learn
And it doesn't come as a surprise
Illegals or legals represent firmly
Blood is sacred, especially Mexican blood
No matter what you do
Life ends
Blood is shed
Day by day, souls are lost
Death doesn't scare me
Because threats are not lacking
Whatever happens
I don't stop this hustle
You know that because Flaco doesn't give a damn

Blood is shed when the dream is not achieved
Putting up barriers, discriminating against the race
The situation, oppression, and unreasonable laws
It's pure depression that leads us to perdition

Blood is shed when the dream is not achieved
Putting up barriers, discriminating against the race
The situation, oppression, and unreasonable laws
It's pure depression that leads us to perdition

I shed blood, fuckers, feelings
I feel the pain that punishes me
I'm never happy
If you see tears falling, dripping on the concrete
I take a life without fear, ese, and I don't regret it
That's why I pay attention to the letters of the alphabet
I'm criticized by people
Because I wrote a diary
I talk about blood because blood runs through my veins
In the scenes, the dozens, envy burns you
That's why I smoke and burn weed, marijuana daily
To kill all the pain that punishes me daily
Without my girl, my little girl who is my heart
That's my inspiration to survive in this prison
With passion, I grab a gun, I cock it
The need is stronger
Here's everything I owe
You have to pay the expensive debts to my buddies
I appreciate all the times they covered for me
I thank my homies for the support in this
Because they're involved in my shit
Now if it wasn't for my dogs
Then I wouldn't be anything
I want those bastards to know we're crazy forever
Trying to make it in this game by slinging in the sticky mess
So if you're looking for 'la guerra'
Don't get too close, I'm out to block this shit
Just watch how it's done
I'm rapping guns, you're rapping colored pens
Here to represent again
So screw the ones who copy
You never even choke or smoke
But it's a hobby
You recognize what's going on
Yeah, homie, pure race
Latinos, illegals are in this damn house

Blood is shed when the dream is not achieved
Putting up barriers, discriminating against the race
The situation, oppression, and unreasonable laws
It's pure depression that leads us to perdition

Blood is shed when the dream is not achieved
Putting up barriers, discriminating against the race
The situation, oppression, and unreasonable laws
It's pure depression that leads us to perdition