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.