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Crossing Over
02:28
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Hurry, hurry, bring them over
cross 'em, toss 'em, bring them all
Sisters, brothers, aunties, uncles
And don't forget to bring your mom
Listen mijo, things have changed
Work heres no longer the same
work long hours, no days off
And i can barely make enough
Get up, get up pack your things
Wake up, wake up grab the kids
Out the back door passed the shack
Over the fence no turning back
Hustle, hustle run like hell
Quickly quickly here they come
Say goodbye to your old life
We're leaving all of that behind
Wipe those tears, Don't give up now
Keep your head up, Stand up and fight
I got your back, And you got mine
Through thick and thin, 'til the end of time
Hora si hijos de la chingada
Venimos a reclamar
Lo que es bueno y lo que es nuestro
Take it back now!!!
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Watch You Bleed
02:02
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I got this feeling
Built up inside
I got revenge
Set in my mind
Filled up with rage
Blinded by hate
You will be dying
One thousand deaths
Theres only me
And no one else
You can't escape
Cant get away
I got my anger
I got my fists
Im gonna swing em
Straight at your face
Straight to your face
hijo de tu pinche madre
Nazi Punks
Fuck Off!!!
Fist to your face
you hit the ground
Spit out your teeth
I watch you bleed
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Stomp. Them. Out!!!
Another day in this fucking place
That won't let me be
Not what it claims to be
The land of the free
Justice for all?
But no not for me
Gotta look over my shoulder
While I’m crossing the street
Scoping out the neighborhood
While I’m walking outside
I feel their eyes, glaring at me
Tensions running high
Not welcomed here, I understand
Aware of what I am
The price we pay, while living here
For being POC
Running out of hope
in a race against time
fighting just to stay alive
walking around
with a target on our backs
guilty of not being white.
Bullshit lies
and fake allies
Sitting on their asses
while my people die
Living in a country
that won't fight for us
just wait and see
expect the worst.
Locking eyes, exchanging stares
As others pass me by
We nod our heads, then look away
Unspoken bonds are tied
There for you, you there for me
We stand our ground and fight
Take these mother fuckers out
We refuse to comply
Had enough, won’t act no more
Like we owe you our lives
Not scared of you, we won’t back down
Won’t run away and hide
Get off our backs, leave us alone
Just want to live in peace
Your enemy, you think I am
But I am Me, Minority
STOMP THEM OUT UNTIL THERE’S NOTHING LEFT
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