The river Rio Grande is carving like a national scar I am following the river making wetbacks Where my parents crossed to be now where they are I'm going to Aztlán, where I wanna be, I'm going to Aztlán Homeboys, Chicanos, Latinas of the world are going to Aztlán My traveling companions, La Virgen, Miss Liberty, A map and my M.E.Ch.A. books. Well I've reason to believe, we have been deceived, There still is Aztlán. Miss Liberty tells me Aztlán's gone, As if I didn't know that, As if I didn't know my own backyard. As if I didn't know, to get in you need a card. And she said losing home Is like a bullet in your heart. I'm looking for a place, a myth of my people, That won't get torn apart. I'm going to Aztlán, Aztlán Where I want to be, I'm going to Aztlán Homeboys, Latinos, with green cards and we Are all going to Aztlán With my traveling companions through Califas, Arizona, on the way to Texas. But I have reason to believe, we all will be received, In Aztlán. There's a girl in San Antonio, who calls herself the human mortar. Eleven generations she's lived there, It's just the land and name that's changed its borders. She is the cement that is Aztlán And I said whoever see this place I am looking for a land, that once belonged to Mexico But now holds no time or place Whoa-oaa in Aztlán, Aztlán, I'm going to Aztlán For reasons I've explained, I'm not a part of Spain, I'm part of Aztlán And I'm trying to get back, to a place I've never been, I'm trying to cross over. I've reason to believe, we have all been deceived, There is an Aztlán.