My People


The blood that runs inside me is pure Aztec blood
never will I forget where I come from,
Mexico, mi linda tierra
estoy llena de orgullo
que nadie me puede kitar
ni cuando me muera,
mi raza esta unida
trabajamos para tener una mejor vida
the hardest workers,
blood, sweat and tears
we are the warriors, we have no fear
we the people of the sun cannot be brought down
we've been around for a while
check your history books
this land was ours before it was taken from us
we're taking it back so learn from us
we may fall down but stand tall
like the corn we've planted
and the pyramids we made
Tenochtitlan is where my roots began,
my brown people don't be afraid
to rise and take a stand

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