LYRICS GAME

Almost fourteen years without going to my homeland

Where I was born

Everything has already changed

I beg my God that they don't forget me

My mother died

And my father says that he's already very old and doesn't want to come

And I can't go

And I can't go

Working and working I've got many days that I haven't seen the sun

My kids are grown and I don't understand them they don't speak Spanish

They haven't felt fear

The one that hasn't seen a migration van

Or a deportation

Or a deportation

In little boots and hat they see me often on the freeway

Gardener or cook I still risk it they'll say anyways

And even if they look down on me

I raise my head while tipping back a can

Either way I'm a friend and also Mexican

Mexican to the max

And with much love from Calibre 50

Corrido for all the raza

Life isn't easy and even less here

What they say isn't true

Just remembering the thousands of crosses that I saw in the desert

The nights are sad

Thinking and thinking of those that stayed behind

Time slips by

And in seeing my old man

And in seeing my old man

More than grateful I am with my God for what He has given me

I send a greeting to all my cousins, my uncles, and siblings

With sad eyes

And tired steps Juanito promises that he's going to visit them

And to be able to hug them

And to be able to hug them

In little boots and hat they see me often on the freeway

Gardener or cook I still risk it they'll say anyways

And even if they look down on me I raise my head while tipping back a can

Either way I'm a friend and also Mexican

Mexican to the max