Lyrics

This ain’t just for me…
It’s for every brown soul caught in the crossfire…
For the homie with papers still gettin' questioned…
For Gaza, for the barrio, for la verdad.
Listen up.

You can try to silence me, but I won't fold,
Mi sangre trae historias that were never told.
From the border to the block, we survive the cold,
Somos voz del pueblo — brown, brave, and bold.



Dear Trump, you ever look a mother in her face,
When ICE snatched her son without leavin' a trace?
U.S. citizen — born, raised, and schooled,
But still treated like he broke some rule.
You buildin’ walls while we buildin' dreams,
We been here hustlin’, ain't new to these streets.
You talk “illegal”? Nah, we talkin’ pride —
Roots deep like agave, we still rise.


You can try to silence me, but I won't fold,
Mi sangre trae historias that were never told.
From the border to the block, we survive the cold,
Somos voz del pueblo — brown, brave, and bold.


What about Gaza? What about peace?
You tweetin’ while children can’t sleep.
Ain’t no war that justifies pain,
But your silence — that’s a goddamn shame.
We see bombs drop on innocent lives,
While folks back home can’t afford to survive.
America First? Nah, the rich first,
While the poor get buried, that’s the real curse.



You can try to silence me, but I won't fold,
Mi sangre trae historias that were never told.
From the border to the block, we survive the cold,
Somos voz del pueblo — brown, brave, and bold.



My jefa cleaned floors, my jefe poured sweat,
You ain’t built like that, don’t forget.
You see brown skin and think threat or crime,
But we the backbone workin' overtime.
You talk loud, but your heart sound hollow,
We lead with soul — that’s hard to swallow.
So here's my letter, signed in soul and struggle,
By every voice you tried to muzzle.


You can try to silence me, but I won't fold,
Mi sangre trae historias that were never told.
From the border to the block, we survive the cold,
Somos voz del pueblo — brown, brave, and bold.



We ain’t askin’ for permission.
We takin’ space, tellin’ truth, holdin’ ground.
We are America — the other side you don’t show.
From 805 cali to the world
We ain’t goin’ nowhere.