Straight From the Barrio


Mexican-American, that just sounds like an oxymoron. 

I think the Mexican comes first because those kind of people behave "mexican".

If that's the case, I'm a shame to the name.


Real mexicans unload several magazines on anyone that disrespects them.

Real mexicans tattoo their brotherhood on their arm and die for them.

Real mexicans don't cry.

Well, pickles, I've cried before. 


I apoligize to my ethnicity for not mustering the courage to wear a bandana.

I apoligize for my lack of masculinity.

I'm sorry God, but you concealed one of your sheep inside a wolf.

I come straight from the Barrio, but I did not come straight Mexican.


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