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At first hard to tell,

but later I see my dreams,

I see the happiness,

of a perfect life,

I see me not doing wrong,

I see raza being treaded as one,

I see a Mexican leading the nation,

raza holding hand to hand,

very proud everyday,

no violence,

my love besides me holding my hand,

but is all not true is all false,

I always have a frown inside my heart,

but never in my face,

life is not perfect,

I am a cold sinner,

my people like animals they see,

a latino never in a thrown will be,

raza kills raza everyday,

violence a habit of everyday,

my love is not next to me!

I hold no ones hand,

I wish my life would just end,

that is why I always in the streets

my eyes will stay shut so I wont see,

cause when they are close

is the only way I see my dreams,

cause when I have them open

I only see the hell within!!!