Build over my land,
I guess you’re not a fan
of the way we ran this shit before your pale ass came
with guns, rage, disease, your Eurocentric ways to be
the idea of a “god” who judges those who oppose thee
a god who justified the enslavement of Africans
the very same god who calls for mass conversion and slaughter
of daughters and sons, mothers and fathers, uncles, cousins and aunties
you killed every last one of us.

brought to our knees in search of equal opportunity
524 years you fucking laughed at me
spat in my face because you thought I was inferior
guess you forgot to look at the interior of the machine (ha!)
called the U.S of A, made from the very same sweat of those working with no pay
and no say, but all day slaving away, so you can turn us all away when we can no longer stay?

But I ain’t fucking leaving
I ain’t fucking Leaving
I ain’t ever Receding
I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me who the fuck I be
because a guy like me is what makes the land of the free

yeah, I made the land of the free


Can someone tell me why a deadbeat cop
can shoot me down because he thinks I got a little bit of pot
or some crack, cocaine, when all I got is some Rogaine
losing all this hair cuz vatos make me go insane
quit playing, this ain’t a game when you can barely pay the rent
your drained, and working 12 hours a day got you spent,
ya spent, your last earned dollar tryina make it through the day
as you sit at your bedside asking “this is why I came?”
Working these hours got me beggin’ for release
and can’t afford to pay the bills
that pile from all these pills I take
to keep the monsters at bay
while you and your children run and play
without the fear that one day,
they’re goin’ a take em both away
you think I’m joking when I’m up here nearly choking
on the cap that’s in my brain because I’ve given up on hoping
that the days will be brighter, and on the other side it’s brighter
but the other side is built by a wall with a “whites only sign”

I ain't fucking leaving
i ain't fucking leaving
i ain't never receding
i don't need a piece of paper to tell me who the fuck i be
because a guy like me is what made the land of the free

(instrumental section)

Ya deja el gabacho y metete entre los nopales
donde el cabo anda chueco y el gobernante anda mal
el PRI, siempre nos roba y el PAN nunca se come
y el carbón de televisa nos va dando el mal-informe
con sus telenovelas y noticieros de otros mundos
mientras tanto nos ocultan solo por decirle bruto
al pendejo del nieto y su patrulla bien chueca
apendejando al pueblo mientras se está enriqueciendo
¡BASTA! (ya basta con las pendejadas ya)
BASTA! (con la censura y las mamadas que me)
GASTA! (como la fila de una navaja mientras cagas en el agua que tomamos con migajas)
BASTA! (ya me cansé del clasismo)
BASTA! (ya me harté del racismo)
BASTA! Ya me cansé del pendejismo
y me cansé del feudalismo moderna en que vivimos

I ain't fucking leaving
i ain't fucking leaving
i ain't ever receding
y como vine a este país en puro troca y mis pies
aquí es donde yo vivo y nunca me largare

Ni por tu muro, ni aunque me mandas a tu patrulla bien chueca, compadre.
yo aquí me quedo cabron y nunca me quitaras de encima
mexicano de honor!
Y como dicen en ingles: I ain’t going nowhere motherfucker.