I go here, I go there, and it doesn’t matter where
Always treated like an immigrant
I was born on U.S. land, and I just can’t understand
Why I’m treated like an immigrant

Every time that I see, the way people look at me
I wish they could be more tolerant
I wish people could evolve, so their stigmas might dissolve
But the world is too indifferent

At the store or at school, I am looked at like a fool
I guess they think I’m an ignorant
They see the color of my skin, and don’t ask what lies within
They assume that I’m an immigrant

I do good, or I try, and it makes me wonder why
They believe that I’m irreverent
Aztec blood, U.S. born, and I feel my heart is torn
Sometimes I feel I’m irrelevant

I wish I felt secure, but I tend to feel unsure
Persecuted by the government
Should I fight, or give in, either way I cannot win
I am caught in a predicament

I don’t judge by one’s skin, that to me would be a sin
I would not like to discriminate
But I guess that’s just life, through the challenges and strife
To the world I’m just an immigrant