You accuse me of something I didn’t do,
and you go on thinking ima do it too.
You say you love me when you know it’s not true, but forgive me when I tell you not to come through.
You beat down on my walls and I’m not surprised when I tell you you’re like all the guys.
I have Mexican blood coursing through my vains, but it’s not the same as your native ways.
I fight for my rights the same as yours,
So you can’t tell me to get down on all fours.
My pride is strong and made to perfection,
So I won’t get let down by your depression.
Don’t try to come at me with your accusations,
Trying to tell me it’s not manipulation.
You keep telling me you’re gonna do better,
I see your fight and it comes through pride,
So don’t sit there and tell me what’s mine.