Nunca (From "Mayans M.C.")

Mother of Exiles, torch of hope

 In the toss of the tempest, threw us Madison’s rope

 But the Brazen Giant, limbs astride 

 Blocks the golden door to the U. S. of Lies

 Damn your huddled masses

 Scrub our floors, cut our grasses. 

 I am a wolf

 A wild cur

 Cut from the pack

 With blood on my fur

 Every howl 

 Marks the debt

 Cause a beaten dog

 never forgets. 

 Broke our browns backs 

 chasing Mr. White’s dream 

 That bill of rights

 was just a pyramid scheme

 We claw to the middle

 And pray for the end

 Don’t let our children’s children

 Grow up to be them

 Damn your pale seniority

 Go build your walls 

 We own the majority