Come In, Come In.

Latino Houses

Hispanic houses
Built for poor people
Made to last only temporarily

Hispanic jobs and
Under the table pay
Where we hardly
Make enough to live on

But still less than the average white person
Because 7.25 only applies to those who can
Provide proof of citizenship,

250$ a field,
50$ a house
20$ a yard
10$ a blunt

A menu of the specials the white order from us
Before they eject us from "their" land,

The few of us that are successful cause outrage
As if working our asses off for generations,
Escaping oppression, abuse, and migrating away from all we've ever know,

As if this isn't proving our strength,
Our right to live
In this home of the "free"
you claim our jobs as yours.

No, America. We didn't steal your jobs,
You just didn't put in the work to claim them.

I guess that's the definition of white privilege
Talking shit about your "American" son who works at a McDonald's but screaming at a vato whose supporting his mom and 3 sisters just because his last name is Balderez..

You expect us to march back to where we came from, unaware that we stick out the long months with little income, the Latino homes in the ghetto, we endure being called a wetback, a cholo, a "lawn mower", because the worst possible outcome is to go back.

Yet you force us to.
With no love,
And no compassion.

You force us out
As you sip your wine,
On your freshly mown lawns
Or inside of your clean houses

And you build up your borders,
While little Latino girls dream
Of being in the Americas

America the free, mija,
Is only free to the white

America the brave
Is less Brave
And more entitled.

Immigrants yourselves,
You say we're the intruders.

Latino Houses,
Built for the poor
Made to last only temporarily

Eviction notices on our doors,
Paid off with Latino salaries.