We come to America from Mexico to work and slave
Just to get under paid...
I want to be perfect
I want to be thin...
After spending so many years,
In this great American madness...
Media and common sense
An influence far too immense...
God blind my eyes
that I see not what I've seen...
I may look happy on the outside,
But no one knows what goes on in...
I am no stranger to these people
But we walk as ghosts...
A feather
Blows gently in the wind...
*This is a collaboration between me and my cousin...
Listening to the songs...
Today is today
it can't be tomorrow...
Splinters of reality
Slicing through...
11/09/04
Many days and nights spin rapidly by...