Traffic filled streets

Working men, working women

Working for a living wage

Barely making ends meet

Bad government in the rising

El copetes as our president

El Chapo roaming somewhere free

Kate del Castillo on a mafia spree

Children scared to be in the streets

No more barefoot soccer on the concrete

Education keeps going downhill

It’s hard to believe I grew up here

So much culture in our lineage

Yet no respect for our heritage

We used to celebrate el grito

Now there’s nothing to scream about

The National Palace’s entrance on fire

Our dear first lady, declared most corrupt and dishonest

It truly is a third world country

But proudly, still a Latina