I'll be growing up raising six children
A baby in each arm
While the rest sit in front of the one television we have.
I'll be working two or three jobs
While my children run around the house
Raising each other and wrestling.
Their father will be on the street
Selling flowers to passing cars
Just to make a few bucks for a case of beer.
It's expected to have divorced parents.
It's expected to be related to everyone.
It's expected to automatically know Spanish.
People think they know what you are 'cause you're tan.
People think you can cook great Mexican dishes.
People think you know how to salsa dance.
Apparently you were born in Mexico.
Apparently you're good at jumping fences.
Apparently you have what it takes to play soccer.
Besides the stereotypes,
I have a bright future
And I will be successful.