Semillas

They tried to bury us
They didn't know we were seeds
They tried to silence us
But you can't silence a mind that's free

Civilly procreate, appropriate
To a system that'll work for the marginalized
The working class family
The children in broken homes
Civilize the deceased
Just to keep them from growing

Civilly procreate, appropriate
To a system that'll work for the marginalized
We learn to hate ourselves
To keep us from growing
Learn to survive

Our voices will soar forever
One day the tunnel of hope
And they'll breathe in the special balloon for our own
Look around and realize
All this gentrification is taking place
I realize that this land and this place
Wasn't meant for people
They try to whitewash and destroy
Our identities
You can't silence us