Sweet Home Alabama

I was wearing my illegal alien outfit in the barrio
which would have been ok almost anywhere else

except I was in Alabama
where they don’t like anything brown

they must shit white turds
mark my words

so I took the next Greyhound bus
out of the state

trying to get away from the hate
my heart pounding

every time I saw gringos out the windows
I crouched down low between the seats

between a rock and hard place---
the story of my raza.