How do you think it feels to be Mexican?
Does its matter where your orgins been?
Everyday you're called a beaner,
Cause their self-esteem wants to be meaner.
When you think I jumped the border,
My orgins where you use the quarter.
When you hit me with your criticism so bland,
I actually know you're jealous of my tan.
So go get a tan at a tanning salon,
But sadly your ugliness will never be gone.
Yes I'm Mexican, so what?
Why don't you just keep your mouth shut?
When I graduate from a university,
You'll keep judging the world's diversity.
And when you're on the streets begging poor,
Don't worry I'll give you a job, as a janitor.