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William R Hurtado
William R Hurtado
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William R Hurtado
William R Hurtado
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You couldn't build a wall big enough, bitch To keep these pyroclastic clouds from liftin up Shit you gon' make me feel like I don't belong Black, brown, red, and yellow, built what you been standin on I should have killed Colombus when he found my lawn Like we should have shot them shooters at Walmart with khakis on Bunch of fuckin pussy suckas pissed cuz they could never touch us Should have been a fuckin cum stain on your parent's covers My people, workin all night people Over time, outside in the sunlight people All colors, any creed, yes even white people Any of us growin up knowin we don't like evil They shootin at me, why you tryna take my right away Pierce Morgan quiet pussy, you ain't got no right to say Someone get the Donald out the bloody house, literally Its duck season, go do your thing Killary Where do I go, where do I go, don't nobody know Brown-skinned citizen sittin in the barrios Red hats and white hoods want me to adios Everybody gettin separated yea but not me though Where do I fit, where do I fit, I was born here But my dad wasn't, my mom was, I'm torn here If I dare say some shit like, the people who slip might Be sex or drug traffickin spicks right The problem is that I'm ignorant, no insight My blood says I'm an immigrant, I'm just blind But I'm not thought, take this mental floss While them people try to get them kidnapped kids across You think I love to see people suffer? You mother fucker I want to see us prosper, not use one another How we just gonna ignore the fact that Some of these families are fabricated and that shit Only makes it that much tougher To make it over rivers so your family don't suffer You just want to live, fuck the money and asylum Tryna hide your kids cuz somebody wanna buy them, I get it But for every one of you, its one of them Killin one of us with similar melanin I don't want that trash up in my house, now I'm a coconut Some of us killin some of us, now your chokin up I don't even know who to be mad at Operation fast and furious supplyin them with mad gats Just the way they put crack in the black community They keep me distracted from history of them abusin me Open the border and let everybody in Even the psychos hey everybody wins And take away them guns while you're at it When they try to take my life, I'll just say they can't have it Am I loyal to my land or my DNA? The answer is elusive and not for me to say I just know I got to keep mine safe And I hope you see yourself when you see my face, Its Billy
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