Atom Tha Immortal - Los Pobres lyrics

It happens somewhere on a bus in Lima/ When you begin to see the world isn't gold/ When you behold a seven year old dancing for change with no parents/ And realize the world isn't shocked at her appearance/ Matter of fact, you wouldn't reach for change yourself/ Cause you're a selfish ba*tard with your Amerikan wealth/ And you look down upon the downtrodden withdrawn/ From the neo-liberal economic system you spawned/ On..the shores of Latin American maps/ Like NAFTA caused the Mexican economic collapse/ These are facts/ That you don't know/ ..So you go off/ When they cross deserts looking for livelihoods that they lost/ But..if it were you, you would be here too/ How can you blame a family that's trying to work for food/ And feed their kids' faces/ Racists need to recognize/ That Amerika survives on the labor that we provide. (Chorus) How can you call yourself a man/ How can you call us the immigrant when you're living in our ancestral land/ This bloods buried in every river, valley and moutaintop/ ...Thousands of years before you ever came to Plymouth Rock/ This is the story of our people/ Who built the city of Macchu Piccu/ And the temples of Chitzen Itza/ Historical legacy that ain't related to you/ So you fear the word "Aztlan" cause you know that it's true/ Our people were murdered/ ...Sons were turned into slaves/ And still today we work for minimum wage/ In a capitalistic system that exploits to survive/ Atom, reporting live from Anahuac, the occupied. (Chorus) La Lucha sera larga y dificil/ Pero la continuaremos is how I feel/ Cause the struggle is our obligation/ If you ain't fighting for, well then you're holding back your people some more/ We need to move forward/ First we need to chill with the beef/ Like being trapped inside a slaughterhouse with frozen meat/ ..It's counter-productive/ We need to make change/ But you can't when you're living off your mom at your age/ Education is key/ ..So how're you gonna make moves/ When you can't add, read, subtract or pay dues/ Gotta finance our own campaigns to make change/ And buy up our own politicians like brand-names/ Amerika the who*e, concerned with only wealth/ Turns away the poor, whenever they knock on her door/ ..This song is dedicated to my people/ Every field laborer, Zapatista soldier and campesino