You want to know who I am? I wouldn't know how to explain it to you.
I'll tell you, I'm Chicana, Mexican-American.
I have the blood of my ancestors rushing through my veins like an angry eagle.
I have the colors green, white and red, painted across my face.
I'm the one you see kneeing before La Virgen de Guadalupe holding a rosario.
I'm not afraid to speak my language, for it's what I know best.
The government wants to take me out of a place that was mine to begin with.
They call me an Alien and a Wetback thinking I'll leave.
I'm not leaving, I'm just as white as president.
Come to think of it, the President ain't even white.
So why they hate on me?
Because I speak spanish and have my own culture and carry my pride as if it was nothing?
Cops see me and they look at me in disgust.
i say the only rascist here is the one distinguishing by color and culture.
I have nothing against you, so why hate on me?