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My girl Beth is a Mexican White Girl

Eyes so blue

She sees just like you

And to you she's a lost cause

Caught up in the dream

Girls in magazines

It girls and now trends

Grubby hands of rich men

Beth thanks God for her baby blues

In the crap shoot of a diverse ethnic gene pool

Said from the foreigners perspective

The adjustment period doesn't go away

You can't talk about it like you are not a part of it

Cause you are here now you just can't separate

My boy Sean is a Mexican White boy

Eyes so blue , revealing the truth

To you he's a lost cause

Caught up in the dream

Running with the wrong scene

Tube socks and tattooed ghetto saints

The names of hommies slayed written on his chest

He says privilege is privilege

Talking about money and respect

While he's dissing his girl in his very next breath

He says Cholo's like it's something he's chewing on

And he's trying too hard to be down

He says I DONT GIVE A FUCK

ITS US AGAINST THEM

In this Barrio I don't see skin

My girl Beth is a Mexican white girl

I can prove

SO ARE YOU

And to you she's a lost cause

Caught up in the dream

To be free of Identity

The daughter of immigrants

Beth has grown up American

She would've never known the difference

Had it not been for her so called friends

That remind her she doesn't quite fit in

She says she loved Morrissey when he was in The Smiths

Instead of being a bottle blonde she has green and blue dreads

She's so tired of hearing herself described as a

hot and spicy sleeping giant

Beth doesn't settle she grows more defiant

They are talking to you like they know you

Better than yourself

Analyzed

They try so hard to figure you out

All you want to do is just shed your skin

Their expectations, false translations

You just want them to end.

--Lysa Flores

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