California, Mexico
This land has been alterd
every corner i turn
i see my people suffer
the fire in our soul heavily burns.
we've been building a land for generations
a place founded by love, peace and communication
thats torn down by srgragation
and the finger is pointed at our supposed alienation.
the white devil is greedy
he calims to own our land
but with out us he is needy
in time California shall fall in our hands.
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