Now I wish I had a dime
For every single time
I've gotten stared down
For being in the wrong side of town
And a rich man I'd be
If I had that kind of chips
Lately I wanna smack the mouths
Of these racists
Podras imaginarte desde afuera
Ser un mexicano cruzando la frontera
Pensando en tu familia mientras que pasas
Dejando todo lo que tu conoces atras
Tuvieras tu que esquivar las balas
De unos cuantos gringos rancheros
Les seguiras diciendo good for nothing
Wetback? Si tuvieras tu que empezar de cero
Now why don't you look down
To where your feet is planted
That U.S. soil that makes you
Take shit for granted
If not for Santa Ana
Just to let you know
That where your feet are planted
Would be Mexico, correcto!