The Mirror Doesn't Lie
I know who I am
I know who I am
I know who I am
Out of my mother's hands
Slip into this motherland
To fight for gangs
Or be a slave for our uncle sam
The street where you stand
Must be worth a hundred grand
Maybe the gun'll jam
Before the summer takes another kid
Haven't you heard
About the people from the earth
It was unknown to me
Exactly who we were
This patriotic flag didn't own this land first
A tale as old as time
Progression by massacre
As a child I was taught
Who kennedy and chavez were
To always know my history
Or become caricature
When you fill out your ethnicity
Are you stating a fact
Or more aligned with the cultures
Where your vacancy's at
See i'm mexican
Blessed to know brown excellence
Every time I reach back
Please believe I reach for you
If I shoot for perfection
I'll only know rejection
Thats why I've never tried
In my whole life to speak for you
The biggest enemy of a mexican
Is sadly mexican
If you're not down enough
Then they judge you at the entrances
Then mix in trying to be successful
Still brown as the dirt
On the edge of a precipice
Yeah, they only care about work
I've learned most of what I know
From black men
When I was stumped by life
Id see these idols and Id ask them
In california a mexican man
Is three fifths
I wish you could empathize with me
Without a prefix
Dark skin or white skin
They make money
I wish I had a stereotype
You can take from me
Most of my latin's make a habit of that
Where Im from they would rather be black
At the grab of a hat
Yeah they got passion for that
Most of the n words Ive heard weren't from black lips
Casually dropping it in a joke or in an ad-lib
Would it be as cool if it was beaner or spic
Despite our musical preferences
Please acknowledge that your people exist
On the shoulders of pancho villa's
Hidalgo marching through cesar
Without a funny gimmick
Can you fill up an arena
Somewhere yolanda is alive
While we wait for a selena
A strong resilient people
The youth will see you as one of them
Not me Im a hypocrite
I can't even speak for it
I never learned spanish
So to them I don't exist
Story of my life
Where do I fit in with this skin
History burned it with the fire
The mirror doesn't lie
Wasting my time tryna be enough
Through my brown eyes
I feel like one of us
I see blue skies
From the back of the bus
I know who I am
Wasting my time tryna be enough
Through my brown eyes
I feel like one of us
I see blue skies
From the back of the bus
I know who I am
Wasting my time tryna be enough
Through my brown eyes
I feel like one of us
I see blue skies
From the back of the bus
I know who I am
Wasting my time tryna be enough
Through my brown eyes
I feel like one of us
I see blue skies
From the back of the bus
I know who I am
I know who I am
I know who I am
I know who I am
I know who I am
I know who I am
I know who I am
Out of my mother's hands
Slip into this motherland
To fight for gangs
Or be a slave for our uncle sam
The street where you stand
Must be worth a hundred grand
Maybe the gun'll jam
Before the summer takes another kid
Haven't you heard
About the people from the earth
It was unknown to me
Exactly who we were
This patriotic flag didn't own this land first
A tale as old as time
Progression by massacre
As a child I was taught
Who kennedy and chavez were
To always know my history
Or become caricature
When you fill out your ethnicity
Are you stating a fact
Or more aligned with the cultures
Where your vacancy's at
See i'm mexican
Blessed to know brown excellence
Every time I reach back
Please believe I reach for you
If I shoot for perfection
I'll only know rejection
Thats why I've never tried
In my whole life to speak for you
The biggest enemy of a mexican
Is sadly mexican
If you're not down enough
Then they judge you at the entrances
Then mix in trying to be successful
Still brown as the dirt
On the edge of a precipice
Yeah, they only care about work
I've learned most of what I know
From black men
When I was stumped by life
Id see these idols and Id ask them
In california a mexican man
Is three fifths
I wish you could empathize with me
Without a prefix
Dark skin or white skin
They make money
I wish I had a stereotype
You can take from me
Most of my latin's make a habit of that
Where Im from they would rather be black
At the grab of a hat
Yeah they got passion for that
Most of the n words Ive heard weren't from black lips
Casually dropping it in a joke or in an ad-lib
Would it be as cool if it was beaner or spic
Despite our musical preferences
Please acknowledge that your people exist
On the shoulders of pancho villa's
Hidalgo marching through cesar
Without a funny gimmick
Can you fill up an arena
Somewhere yolanda is alive
While we wait for a selena
A strong resilient people
The youth will see you as one of them
Not me Im a hypocrite
I can't even speak for it
I never learned spanish
So to them I don't exist
Story of my life
Where do I fit in with this skin
History burned it with the fire
The mirror doesn't lie
Wasting my time tryna be enough
Through my brown eyes
I feel like one of us
I see blue skies
From the back of the bus
I know who I am
Wasting my time tryna be enough
Through my brown eyes
I feel like one of us
I see blue skies
From the back of the bus
I know who I am
Wasting my time tryna be enough
Through my brown eyes
I feel like one of us
I see blue skies
From the back of the bus
I know who I am
Wasting my time tryna be enough
Through my brown eyes
I feel like one of us
I see blue skies
From the back of the bus
I know who I am
I know who I am
I know who I am
I know who I am
I know who I am
Credits
Writer(s): Mauricio López
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