They call me Mexican they call me Latino
They even call me beaner but who am I, how do I
Identify
How do I hide
Am I from here or from there
As am in limbo in my heritage snare
I’m in between in the color scheme
So it seems
That’s the way it’s always been
I got to scream
But no one listens
They just stare but do they care
I’m a number come Election Day
Vote Democrat They Say Not Knowing
That I’m Republican
An
All American Mexican
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