Culture Poem by Robert Araya

Judged by color and race
all after the paper chase
each segregated in diffirent categoreies
searching for glory, and that American dream
some stick together, but not forever...
money off the streets, some leave but most settle
trying to make it big, getting paid under the talbe...
no green card, or papers...
working up a sweat for a major wherehouse
just enough to stay financially stable...
While others in corners making a hustle for the struggle
looked down appond like some kind of creature...
alone with no family in the picture...
If you're reminesing, while listening to this...
then you're boping your head cause you can relate to this...
Its hard making it big...
Face it we all need that poortunity that never comes by...
or regret the ones that paased us by...
Stuck in a world of violence act's...
its not safe but you gotta be brave, for the following day...
Today, everyday, in TV, radio and news papers
innocent civillians, gunned down one too many millions...
for a war thats never gonna finish....
while the goverment hopes our culture will soon have us deminished...
But cant and wont happen cause we were raised to know our blood is infinate...
Articles of our president, thoughts to my head..'Where did his brains went? '
keeping truths behind closed doors...
having us questioned for more...
Let's face the facts we aint here for fame we all the same...
we stand for our culture to stay true...
and here in the city of Angles, our caps are always blue
standing proud and loud to be here another day in L.A...