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Lyrics
[Verse]
Came through the desert where the sun don’t sleep,
Mama held me tight, said the world’s too steep.
Land of the free, but the freedom ain’t cheap,
Dreams get taxed, man, the price runs deep.
Stomach growlin', fridge with the echo,
Papa breakin' backs, stackin' bricks in the ghetto.
Gringos side-eye, spit words like arrows,
Boy with a flag stitched into his marrow.
[Chorus]
Borderlines and dollar signs,
They don’t see my heart, just my kind.
Tired of fightin', tired of tryin',
Dreamin' in a land that keeps denyin'.
[Verse 2]
Teacher said my name wrong, laughed in my face,
Classroom a cage, still I learned to embrace.
Talk with an accent, walk with disgrace,
But I’m built for the storm, can’t erase my trace.
Lunch table silent, tamales in foil,
Kids crack jokes, but my blood’s royal.
Roots in the earth where the sweat turns soil,
A boy on a mission, my grind won’t spoil.
[Bridge]
Crosses on the hill where the coyotes howl,
Every step forward, hear the haters growl.
But my shadow dances in the moonlight’s scowl,
They build walls, I build my own morale.
Details
GeneratedSep 2, 2025
Duration3:01
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, hard-hitting, rap, trap, dark, 808-heavy with eerie synth melodies and a sharp hi-hat groove
Credits
Prompt byLunarTune
ModelAria v4
Prompt
rap, trap about a young Mexican boy growing up with the challenge of being in the US, a country who doesn't like people like him.
