Nobody is illegal
 on stolen land.
 
 Sí se puede,
 poco a poco,
 
 Vive libre
 o muere.
 
 We all crossed deserts,
 oceans,
 skies
 
 Built on backs
 and borrowed lives.
 
 Paper walls
 and border lines,
 
 Just illusions
 dressed in lies.
 
 They sell their souls
 for forty grand,
 
 To cage the ones
 who love this land.
 
 Schadenfreude
 in their stare —
 
 Hating neighbors
 who breathe
 "their" air.
 
 Nobody picks
 their own
 grapes of wrath,
 
 But still
 we’re bleeding
 on the path.
 
 Turn your heads
 and bow
 and pray —
 
 Jesus was
 an immigrant,
 
 They turned Him away.
 
 They train your eyes
 to fear the poor,
 
 But freedom doesn’t
 guard the doors.
 
 A badge,
 a raise,
 a heavy hand,
 
 Won’t buy you grace
 or promised land.
 
 Immigrant rights
 are civil rights.
 
 No star shines
 brighter
 in the night.
 
 If you can’t love
 the stranger near,
 
 You’ve sold your soul
 to hate
 and fear.
 
 Turn your heads
 and bow
 and pray —
 
 Jesús fue migrante,
 
 They turned Him away.
 
 Nobody picks
 their own
 grapes of wrath,
 
 Still we’re dying
 on this path.
 
 El polvo rojo
 on their soles,
 
 Their children locked
 in freezing holds.
 
 The badge obeys
 the empire's dream,
 
 Lady Liberty
 doesn't admire
 your green.
 
 Wash their feet
 with holy hands,
 
 This land remembers
 who you damn.
 
 No hay ilegales
 en tierra robada.
 
 You'll never forget
 la mirada sagrada.
 
 Corporate America
 profits off
 grapes and wrath,
 
 Still they live
 to fill
 your stash.
 
 Vive libre
 o muere —
 
 draw that line.
 
 God won’t deport
 the souls divine.
 
 Turn your heads
 and bow
 and pray —
 
 Jesús fue migrante,
 
 They turned Him away.
 
 Nobody is illegal
 on stolen land.
 
 Sí se puede,
 poco a poco,
 
 Vive libre
 o muere.