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Dont need to have a brown pride tattoo embed on my back,

to stand up and with much pride yell

that I am brown with much pride,

I have bruises and scars on my flesh,

working in constructions and fields,

where the sun dehydrates your body,

just cause your back reads brown pride,

my hands and scars reads real raza pride,

yelling out to the wind been raza is and honorable thing,

but a carnal mimics your skin,

but his colors are diverse,

you pull a metal object,

create a high tone, his life you had taken,

clamming your hood,

saying this is your land,

but the local government is down the corner,

they want a great golf club,

they give you papers to move out,  

without a word you just move out,

instead of holding hands with raza,

we shoot to kill, the real raza works hard,

we sweat pounds of blood,

in the fields and doing hardcore jobs,  

the new era is teaching us new things,

we shall be educate ourselves

if we want to have the American dream,

we dont sit all day or stand still,

if you want to walk,

forward process is a sure deal,

I would never sell out,

I am not going to buy me an hecho en mexico shirt,

floss it out,

if my birth certificate already reads it aloud,

I dont laugh at my people selling elotes and tamales,

I feel proud cause they are making honest money

even thought they walk for many miles,

they never to tired to survive in life,

I dont make fun of my people

who dont understand English,

leave them in an stressful state,

I provided the blessing of knowing both language,

cause I am a aiding man,

yet some say I am not raza,

cause I am not part of the crew,

instead of cortes I clean my Jordan shoes,

iron my ecko pants instead my dickies pants,

is raza really that,

get apperal with raza logos and brown pride,

I walk in the streets in the march and some stayed back,

I am not raza is on there mind,

I thought raza was our fighting people,

the person who helps out there carnales

when they are in need,

but I bet if a revolution comes,

they will be chilling in there streets

seeing all the revolution in there tvs,

saying yes raza pride,

but I will be the one holing the cold metal

truthfully fighting and feeling my raza pride

-che