Walking the streets of home,
Suspicious eyes following
My every move,
I go from block to block,
Journeying to my lifelong goal. 

At school, the stares never stop,
I can see their thoughts coming to life.
They judge me, they criticize me,
They wait for the lion to attack me. 

In the ‘hood, I see a face,
Staring down at me from every post.
The face is brown, dirty, Latino,
With a number to call for the I.C.E. 

The face is sad, tired, afraid,
Scared of that cold, dark box.
I look into the eyes and see
An ancestor looking down on me.

I walk around and see around me
A neighborhood I thought I loved.
Now it’s different, distant, almost empty,
I can see tumbleweeds rolling by 

I look around and never stop believing
That one day we’ll be one.
I DREAM of a day with no hate
That will pave the way to a brighter day. 

We are one, we are Latinos,
We are blacks, we are Asians.
We all have life-long wishes,
We never stop our dreaming. 

The Fight is alive,
Enough is enough,
Just let us speak
And hear our dream. 

We dream of no more posters
We dream of no more hate
We dream of opportunity
We dream of a better life.

I am a DREAMer, I am a beaner,
I am someone with a plan,
I want to help, I want to succeed,
I am your friend, let me stand. 

DREAMers, we are here
Let’s keep fighting
Because no one
Can crush our striving.

Walking the streets of home,
I don’t care anymore,
Because I won’t stop fighting
For what I believe is right. 

DREAMers, unite
DREAMers, we fight
El pueblo unido
Jamás será vencido.