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brandonarteaga2 — 2024-01-12 00:29:45 UTC

Lyrics in English-I'm established here

In the United States

Ten years have passed

Since I crossed as a wetback

With no proper documents

I'm still an illegal

I have my wife and children

Whom I brought when they were young

And they've already forgotten

My beloved Mexico

Which I can never forget

And cannot return to

What's money good for

If I live like a prisoner

In this great nation

When I'm reminded of this, I cry

Although this cage is made of gold

It's still a prison

Listen son,

Would you like to go back and live in Mexico?

"What are you talking about dad?

I don't want to go back to Mexico,

No way dad."

My kids don't speak to me

They've learned another language

And they've forgotten Spanish

They think like Americans

They deny that they're Mexicans

Though they have my skin color

From work to my house

I don't know what's going on with me

Although I'm the head of the household

I almost never go out

Because I'm afraid that they'll catch me

And deport me

What's money good for

If I live like a prisoner

In this great nation

When I'm reminded of this, I cry

Although this cage is made of gold

It's still a prisoner

News Narratives

brandonarteaga2 — 2024-01-12 00:47:25 UTC

Please pay attention to the reporter's vocabulary while addressing this incident.

Two Different Worlds

brandonarteaga2 — 2024-01-12 00:57:08 UTC

Here is some cool footage of USA Today flying over the border, showcasing the line that separates humans from one another.

Free but Never Free(A.I. Generated Image)

brandonarteaga2 — 2024-01-12 01:04:52 UTC

Paths of Suffering

brandonarteaga2 — 2024-01-12 01:18:33 UTC

What is the U.S.'s why?

Parallel Struggle in the Latino Community

brandonarteaga2 — 2024-01-12 01:22:50 UTC

Lyrics in English- When I came from my homeland El Salvador
With the intention of coming to the United States
I knew it would take more than courage
I knew it might be on the road

There are three borders that I had to cross In three countries I was undocumented
Three times I had my life to
risk
That's why they say I'm three times wet

In Guatemala and Mexico when I
crossedTwice I was saved, I was taken prisoner
The same language and the color I
reflectedHow is it possible that they call me a foreigner?

In Central America, given its political and economic
situation
, there is no other solution
for many than to abandon their homeland, perhaps forever

The Mexican takes two steps and here he is Today they kick him out and the next day he
is back
That's a luxury I can't afford
Without being killed or taken prisoner

It's beautiful Mexico, But how much I suffered Going through it without papers is very hard
The 5000 kilometers I traveled I
can say that I remember them one by one

In Arizona they told me, I'll cross And I'll venture through the middle of the desert
Luckily a Mexican they called Juan
He shook my hand, otherwise I'd be dead

Now that I've

finally gotten legalization
What I suffered I have more than
recovered To the wet I dedicate my song
And to those who, like me, are wet three times