Society hates Mexicans
I cant remember when
I did not seem to care
For you reason why
to me they are excuse and a bunch of lies.
I know these tears I cry
are form the beginning of my life
I was condemned to die.
Since I was born I was poor
Our Sunday best
Were second hand
We lived in poverty
Like all the rest.
Death was a way of living
Crime was a way of giving.
Now I’ am a father and wiser too
I don’t live as before
But to them I should not live anymore..
~thend~ 11/16/2011 EddieV.
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