[Intro]
[Solo vihuela strumming, fast and rhythmic]
[Heavy 808 bass drops with a sharp trumpet flare]
[Verse 1]
[Driving trap beat, minimal instrumentation, crisp hi-hats]
I check my posture when I walk through the store
But I’m still the stranger when I step through the door
It doesn’t matter that I’m born on this soil
Or how many years my family gave to the toil
They hear my last name and they’ve made up their mind
Leaving my true story somewhere behind
To them I’m just "Mexican," a label they cast
A permanent guest in my own home at last.
[Chorus]
[Full Mariachi-Trap explosion, piercing trumpets, booming sub-bass, high energy]
Caught in the middle with a "No Sabo" tongue
Singing a melody that's never been sung
My English is broken, my Spanish is flawed
An alien here and an alien abroad
They look at my face and they expect a demand
But I’m tripping on words in both pieces of land
No flag in the yard, no place to fit in
Just a heavy heart under sun-darkened skin.
[Verse 2]
[Beat pulls back to just 808 and vihuela, keeping the tension tight]
Then I cross the line where my family began
And they look at me like an American man
My accent is broken, my slang is all wrong
They tell me I’m missing the roots to belong
Too loud for the south, too brown for the north
Just a restless ghost being pushed back and forth
A Pocho, a tourist in my own bloodline
Not Mexican enough to claim what is mine.
[Chorus]
[Full energy returns, massive stadium-level production, driving rhythm]
Caught in the middle with a "No Sabo" tongue
Singing a melody that's never been sung
My English is broken, my Spanish is flawed
An alien here and an alien abroad
They look at my face and they expect a demand
But I’m tripping on words in both pieces of land
No flag in the yard, no place to fit in
Just a heavy heart under sun-darkened skin.
[Bridge]
[Tempo remains steady, but style shifts to a raw, gritty electric guitar riff layered over deep bass]
No specific anthems, no historical pride
Just the raw human engine that’s burning inside
We are the structure that holds up the street
The invisible heartbeat beneath their feet.
[Outro]
[Trumpets and 808s build to a climactic peak, fast and powerful]
But you can't break what you didn't build
Every scar is a promise fulfilled
Let the languages tangle and the worlds collide
We are the strength they can't push aside
No matter the label, no matter the town
They can't bend the spine, they can't tear us down
[Music cuts instantly on the final words]
Still standing tall.
Unbroken.
Still standing here.
