[Verse 1: Emilio Rojas] Yo Kendrick you inspired me man, lets go Yeah, visions of Che Guevara just staring at me A fifth of people but legislation is barely Latin Yea, we got a handful of senators but no president (nah) 'Cuz the politicians ain't acting like representatives (nah) And they send the census in to check on us and then censor us They see us all as illegals, white people keep on resenting us They build that tension up in your mayday, on that May day Officers sought melees and they kicking us with their pay-lays And the pay days ain't racking k**ing us like some pioneers Open fire like cowards, aggression is just a sign of fear And they shot an immigrant dead, I seen him just lying there And another one hit in the head they don't even try and care Indentured servants, living conditions worsen Got us waiting inside of Home Depot to see who working Who do you think picks all them vegetables that you purchase? Ten of us in tenements trembling with no furnace Construction workers, house keepers and servants Mommy got a degree but she works with laundry detergent And Latin businessmen hara**ed by all the minute-men You from the third-world then you a second cla** citizen If your black or brown and them racist judges ain't backing down And if you refuse them, the you get bruises from there abuses then they smack us 'round And the want to love our food and our women, but hate our Spanish sound They don't want us in school with they children, they kick our a**es out They're kind of missing the modern sense of the races First the C.I.A will come and then the corporations And then the U.S puppet, government inauguration They rape our resources and exploit us for our labor We flee into the states in search for better lives and wages And work below the minimum because they don't got to pay us, right We getting sick but we dont get no medication We stay out of the hospitals avoiding deportation So I ain't funding no IRS, why invest in that INS When they want to see us all lying dead And the cartels'll run by the feds? The War on Drugs is just a war on us So authorities can horde us up and keep the borders boarded shut They makin sure they get their cut and that they caking A flat bed truck is just a modern day slave ship They make more paper if their workers got no papers And they ship us off before we plead our cases because they got Hiiipower f** we supposed to look up to man, George Lopez? Get the f** out of here [Verse 2: Grafh] Uh, yeah, visions of Martin Luther looking at me 'Cuz he had a dream and it as it seems I had a dream But mines flooded with demons dreaming they should attack me While I look at Michelle and Obama looking happy I got the same smile he got Called him the kettle black Nah I'm talking about a tea pot Anything for the n***a especially anything we got Them walls look strong, them sh**s is made of sheetrock n***a you can't suit and tie me I'm Huey Newton, you trying to do karate While I'm shootin' shottys, you stupid, is you on Mollys? I'm ruthless, a**ume a cum laude went to school just to party The truest and found the Illuminati in the student body I'll a**ume their probably using computers to crucify me (Judas) The Giuliani's, you and Romney finna work it out, do pilates Stretch cutie (yep) until the feds shoot me If u don't like what I said, sue me White cops beat a black mans a**, they dont get fired They get demoted to d**h duty, yes truly, they p**y They probably rock a vest to watch a Wild-Wild West movie The hood is the stage but the sound check tooleys What used to be nooses are now neck j**elries And I still got my chains on Just another statistic or just another Trayvon Just another beat for me to talk about race on Just another n***a trying to pull the racecard Just another flashy a** rapper in a racecar Fresh to d**h, best dressed in the graveyard, work it mama! Black girl, you don't even focus You want to model, but all you show is emotions The insecurities showing all of your poses Your such a beautiful soul and you don't even notice You don't even know this But white girls on the magazines make black girls one point of your noses This is where the truth drops I ain't good for all of the self esteem issues you got When I'm trying get your boots knocked bu*t-a** naked in tube socks But you ain't looking for truth You on Google looking for 2Pac You too distracted, the feeling of feeling inadequate You adapted, you need me to tell you you attractive Baby, I've been a victim of racism This cop told me I'd probably make great chicken And I'd look great in that upstate prison I wanted to spit in his face But then he gripped the thing on his waste And I had became the victim Change the game if you can't change the system Think bigger, think smarter, get gudda I never hate I lust to indulge in culture I could love any creative way, I love my brotha But black is beauty and that's my color and that's hiiipower Baby, that's hiiipower