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My father was born in Bogotá In 1889, his great grandfather left Colombia And moved to Brooklyn with no money in his hand He filled his pockets selling Panama hats And met his wife in Sunset Park Bought land in Long Island And could finally call himself American He was exiled from his country All those years ago Fought for freedom from oppression Slept weeks on a boat The destination, our nation Land of the free, home of the brave "Loveland" it was named And I stem from the same Who am I to say I am American? What is my white face and does it honor the immigrants? And I am not native at all I am not native at all I am not native at all I am not native at all My father spent summers in LA Letras de cancionesIn 1938, his mother had to flee from Germany She and her family were Jewish born Her mother had written poorly of the Führer in the news And soon they left behind everything that they had Twelve years old, she's learning French in Switzerland Then made their to California Hollywood is not Heilbronn But if you learn to speak in English And you shop the way it wants You can finally call yourself American She was exiled from her country Though from its soil, she was born And the U.S. was the beacon Where freedom had been formed The destination, this nation Land of the free, home of the brave Loveland it was named And I stem from the same Loveland it was named And I stem from the same Who can really claim they're more American? How could one forget all those who Risked their lives for their descendants? And I am not native at all I am not native at all I am not native at all I am not native at all I was taught the Missions Were the Spaniards following their grace But I was not taught thousands Of native families had been enslaved I was taught the Gold Rush Had made the West what it is today But I was not taught treaties were betrayed And tribes were slaughtered on the way And now I look at my face And I see British cheeks The same pigment that pretends This land's a white man's destiny So go on look at yourself And ask what native really means Ask what native really means High and low Building a wall What are they frightened of Watch us grow We'll never fall No wall is high enough High and low Building a wall What are they frightened of Watch us grow We'll never fall No wall is high enough I am not native at all I am not native at all I am not native at all I am not native at all I am not native at all I am not native at all I am not native at all I am not native at all My father was raised in Mexico In 1969, he and his brother left for boarding school There in New Jersey, he was made a U.S. kid Despite his history and his birth certificate He was The American, a lawyer then And a family man The California dream My born identity From Letras Mania