You know.
Sometimes I don't understand people's mind.
We the Immigrants are not what you say we are sir,
and I'm not coming to disrespect anybody
but I want you to think about it.
Listen.
Yo!
Born '97
From Guatemala arrived
Eduardo Hernandez, Looking for a better life
poverty pushed him
to look for a change
and go to cross the border seemed to be a good chance.
He dreamed with a better life
where there was no worries
Truly talent was running all over in his veins
and for anything you wanted
he would find a way to tell
a guy with a noble heart
I bet you can tell
a really good friend who I wish you've met.
He went across the desert and also Rio Bravo
being close to die cuz the coyote left him behind
He was alone worried and was walking blind.
He didn't know where to go and alone aground
running from ICE to not get caught
fighting with his life all he wanted was to live
to accomplish the american dream.
I wanna know who gave them the right
of my color and where I'm from criticize
asking where I'm from and where I'm goin'
What do you care just let me be myself
We are latinos and we stay everywhere
put yo hands up and put up our brown pride
for the ones in here and the ones who died
the honor of the people who had to say goodbye.
I want to know
who happy life haven't dreamed
never be worried by the time to pay bills
and enjoy every second that God has give
the reason of most people in here.
But nevertheless, is it how it looks
you can see new cars, money and even a rich look
but discrimination and segregation is in this life
to everything you love you have to say goodbye
and has to come and learn a new language to talk
and this white motherfucker say we came to disturb.
There was Eduardo spittin' bars on the corner of the street
police came to take him put him in the clink
treat him really bad cuz he was illegally here
and the reason of being arrested cuz he looked like Hispanic
workin' on construction
dreamin' become a rapper
a worker guy looked up with the gangsters.
I got the call
said: "Eduardo was locked up"
I was really surprised and I said
What the fuck?
He had no family here
so he was alone
because his friends
to see him weren't allowed.
A whole month already passed
it felt like a year
my nigga just called me said Eduardo got killed
I was in the booth
and I started to cry
and ask myself why?
all he wanted was a good life
we woulda record together to welcome him back
that was the future and the life that he really wanted.
Everything I do
goes dedicated to him
every page
every time when I'm on the stage.
He always told me don't care
about what they say
gotta be your heart who decide
and not them
"We coming from the ground and we going up
Don't forget about me; when you get to the top"
I've seen a lot of people
who criticize others
because they leave their countries
next time go and meet them first
and you will know the reasons.
Call me an immigrant if you want
I'm not from here anyways
and I say it proudly
So what?