When we think of the times of old
A smile on our faces we can’t withhold
How we lived peacefully on our ground
Making merry; moving round and round
How peacefully we dwelt on our land
That our ancestors for us had found
Then suddenly things began to change
When low began to count our range
How the dirty game began to trade our brains
Hence to black blood changed our rains
Then we left our precious garments for rags
Admiring the old bad ways of our foes
But in the midst of these raised for us a hope
When it seemed we were at the end of our rope
His mercies for our humble souls never elapsed
We were saved from them when we couldn’t cope
He brought unto earth the existence of Chicano
When in all our fears, he gave us Movimiento
A dangling weapon; a tight ring on our toes
Our strength once again in us arose
A chance for us to get our lost bones
So we rose to our feet, stood and fought
For our greater equality with Emma Tenayuca
We drove away and left the paths on us not
It was our time to regain the formally stolen
We wasted no time to rise from where we have fallen
Our precious garments we began to seek again
Leaving to perish their old rag with pain
This we did to make our crooked ways straight
To make merry the heart of our dear ancestors
For He makes fruitful the land of the diligent
Than our deeds; our gains made He magnificent
We moved on and clothed our garments with sport
The spurs basketball team made it too short
The sports spotted our garments with gold
Giving us golden royal apparel for theirs rags
Our help arose from beyond the rivers
Our wondering path was lightened up
Our darkened minds was given sight
Our leading astray thoughts were made right
We were back on our full feet to fight
We did our very best and gained our rights
Then the transformation that we wanted began
Our so much desired change for all started
We grew our great wings and flew like batman
We went higher and higher than we departed
Our strength was brought back by the hidden force
We raced for the top without counting our loses
Faithful was He to us, during our fears and trails
We held on to Him and made it to the top
When fears held our hands; we didn’t stop
From His wings like eagle’s we did not drop
Until we reach our glorious land of precious stones
Until we gained the whole territory of our zone
And here we are still today
Standing firmly on that precious land
Which from its waters we now drink
We cannot but say; we are Champions
To have made it through our past times
The old days are gone; the future is yet to come
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