[Featuring: Karim de Syncop]
(VERSE 1)
My name is Juan and I am from Minatitlán,
or Mazatlán, or maybe from Acatlán.
I went to the North, crossing the republic,
without dreaming too much, just looking for money.
Because in my town there is no room for race,
the land was exhausted and now You can't make a mace.
So on legs to Gringolandia,
dark night crossing the border.
But the fathers of the constitution
did not think about me and, the Clearly, they screwed it up.
There is no justice if you don't have rights
and here being illegal is almost worse than being a dog.
I work a lot and earn little
of which I don't They want to do the gabachos.
My condition is constant stress.
I try to convince myself that it's enough for me!
And everything changes when someone tells me
that the Gringo government has a new program:
Naturalize any wet person
who agrees to become a soldier for a while.
A few years being paid
is not so bad, even if it is in Neptune.
So I open the doors of the recruto,
they pass me a paper and, in one go, I sign it: three years.
(Chorus)
(VERSE 2 )
The sun comes in through the plane door,
they shout at us to get out as if it were tradition.
A base ââxââ from the Middle East
br/>with a colonel drier than the air.
To patrol with equipment and rifle
in front of a population that never smiles at us.
I understand them, I also hate them gringos.
Without being able to explain it, they confuse me with them.
Blacks and whites, we never mix,
segregated even in the bedrooms.
It is not easy to be Latino in the United States United
and the distance amplifies that we are screwed.
But I didn't come here to complain,
I have a goal and with time I will achieve it.
Counting my bills, thinking about freedom,
dreaming of taking the statue of liberty.
As a girl, you don't want to be with me?
Yes, to defend you I traveled half the world!
The least you owe me is recognition,
but, the truth is, you have already forgotten me.
Poor Latino! Looking for his place
and doing whatever it takes to kill
to have a piece of his El Dorado
and more than three thousand Juanes have not returned.
(Chorus)
(BRIDGE)