Ni Mas Rico Ni Mas Pobre

I need to get 30 grand to make it to the border
Once I hit San Antonio, I’ll get the next cash flow
That’s what that coyote told me, working on my land
I’m leaving next Sunday, I’ll see you on the road

I got home, dinner was ready
My kids were already asleep, the news wasn’t good
My partner begging me said not to go
But the crisis in the fields is getting worse every day

Sunday came, the truck was already outside
I jumped the fence so they wouldn’t see me
That night we made it to the border
I pulled out the 30 and there was nothing left for them to eat

How can I forget that night I left my land
With a bunch of dreams
And no cash in my wallet
Now I have it all

Except for what I really want
My parents are gone
And about my wife
I’d rather not talk about it

In search of a better life
I neglected what I held dear
I’d rather head back to the ranch
Neither richer nor more fucked

Through La Noria and Piedras Negras
We crossed over
Two nights and four days we walked
And that American dream that many told me about

The fool was close, but they never found us
Here’s a shoutout to all my fellow countrymen
Don’t forget your parents, my dear Mexicans
Return to the ranch with your parents and all your siblings
We won’t get out of this mess, no matter how hard we work