I am an American.

I discovered this land, and tilled it with my own
hands.

I cared for it and loved it before you even knew it.

I built this country with my blood, sweat and tears,
yet you say I do not belong here.

Now you take it for granted. All you see are $$ signs.

It means so much more to me then that, it is my
heritage

And while you destroy all I wish to do is come back to
it. 

This is my home and it will always be.

Here I will stay, regardless of what you say.

I am an American.

And my name is Mexica.

Hear me roar, I am Indigenous and proud!