| I wonder where my place is
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| But I won’t choose a side
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| So tell me where do I stand
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| They said that we got tainted but fuck you
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| That’s why I’m the way that I am
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| I wonder where my place is
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| But I won’t choose a side
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| So tell me where do I stand
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| They said that we got tainted but fuck you
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| That’s why I’m the way that I am
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| I’m the way that I am, I’m the way that I am
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| I’m the way that I am, I’m the way that I
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| I’m the way that I, I’m the way that I am
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| I’m the way that I am, I’m the way that I am
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| I’m the way that I am, I’m the way that I…
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| They told my mom to fuck her own kind
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| Go and find somebody white
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| A white man that’ll love and treat you right
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| A white man that ain’t gonna need a wife
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| Just to make sure his paperwork right
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| They said my father was a fuckin' spic
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| And the thought of it disgusted them
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| Like how the hell’d you fall in love with him?
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| God forbid y’all gon' have a couple kids
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| Better hope that god forgive what you done to them
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| They like, «Emilio, where you gonna fit?»
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| High school lunch room, where you gonna sit now?
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| They told my mama if he gonna speak Spanish
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| Better keep his dirty ass up in the crib, right
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| That’s just how it is, right?
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| In a small city full of small minds
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| Growin' up in an American apartheid
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| And then my mama used to tell me it’ll be alright
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| And then I hear her cryin' all night like damn
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| I wonder where my place is
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| But I won’t choose a side
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| So tell me where do I stand
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| They said that we got tainted but fuck you
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| That’s why I’m the way that I am
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| I wonder where my place is
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| But I won’t choose a side
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| So tell me where do I stand
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| They said that we got tainted but fuck you
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| That’s why I’m the way that I am
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| I’m the way that I am, I’m the way that I am
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| I’m the way that I am, I’m the way that I
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| I’m the way that I, I’m the way that I am…
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| What’s the expectation for Hispanic males?
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| They say we gettin' women pregnant or stayin' in jail
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| They told us we supposed to be the plug
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| We supposed to be the kingpin on boats that’s filled with drugs
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| We supposed to be the ones that sellin' cocaine or sellin' crack
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| Who got our daughters at the border with orders
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| We been to hell to back
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| Out chasin' ass, not takin' care of our fam
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| With aliens up in the crib like it’s American Dad
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| Wanna hoard us up till the border’s shut
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| And exploit our women, use our daughters for they lust
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| And they caught them immigrants, don’t see no laws as just
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| But they wanna pimp us just to save a couple bucks
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| And they keep us workin' class, less than a minimum wage servancin'
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| Our women visitin' surgeons to get the perfect ass
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| They got ‘em thinkin' that bein' vixens' the only path
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| To get somebody to love ‘em or get that Birkin bag
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| I got a letter from a girl who about to graduate
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| She got straight A’s and told me she can’t get financial aid
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| ‘Cause both her parents is illegal
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| They brought her when she was two
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| And she still ain’t got our freedoms
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| But she can join the army and enlist in it
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| So basically she can die for this country but she can’t live in it
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| While we globalizin' the third world and we cripple it
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| We runnin' round like we the victims, the shit is sickenin' |