My grandpa was a communist, they might've said a terrorist
And when someone looks at what I've done
I know songs won't seem like enough
Songs are for sure not nearly enough
So it's ride, Alicia, ride
Move, Alicia, move
I would be Boricua even if I was born on the moon
The two groups convicted of American sedition
Are the Proud Boys and the Puerto Ricans
We share a Wikipedia page
So what else can you say?
It's ticker tape accumulation, neoliberal sublimation
New precariat convinced that immigrants are corporations
Hold the phone, just be patient while we burn your poets' pages
While the doctor takes the medicine and tries to fuck the patients
Oh my God, they put her in a courtroom in Chicago
They bound her hands behind her back, put tape across her mouth
And when she screamed, the tape released, and she said what the world says
"You cannot own a country, you do not own a country"
And so two guards took her legs and held her to the floor
While another punched her in the face and gagged her like before
And she got fifty years and more
And they never said what for


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