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When we think of México, we think of white-sand beaches
We think of all the things great, tacos, burritos Mexican food is delicious
We wonder why they sacrifice All the things they have, including their
lives and wives to cross the borders, into the USA
Sometimes just to say they have a place to lay their heads at night
and have food on the table, it doesn't seem right
Provide for their families, real life, this is not a fable
Some of them are heroes in their eyes but sometimes this sacrifice
leads to the end of their lives to avoid the hardships and lies.
To realize, what they had was all a dream to come here to the US must seem,
like the greatest thing to avoid los carteles, las mentiras y falta
de trabajo, I don't know, if I could risk what they go
through to make it better for me, and stay true. To my family, and send them what they need. Try to succeed,
And try to leave to visit them one day. Regresaré.
How much I love them. Esto es la razón,
por cruzar la frontera, riesgarme, no por avión,
sino por tren. Make some friends. Make it here as American.
Hacerme rico con some cash. Mis amigos se destruyeron como ash
trying to avoid el calor del desierto, con poca agua,
para llegar. Para mi familia.
Me necesita... Mi familia me necesita...