Beaner

Call me a beaner,
Say I'm going to be nothing but a fucking cleaner.
All they want is a stereotype to stick in a position,
Where you have no ambition.
They say to go back to the homeland,
What land?
This land?
Man.
Unless your Native American this isn't your 'homeland',
In a country built by immigrants
How can one be so ignorant?
Your ancestors came for a better claim,
Doesn't that make us the same?
Just because I'm not light,
You want to start a fight.
We're taking your jobs?
Quit being blobs.
They sputter and say we act lazy,
But sir isn't that contradictory?
You can't have it both ways,
But let's face it we're here to stay.
With my two hands and my mind,
I'll clear a path and make my way
In the good old U S of A

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