Written by Alvaro P. – A member of the Firewriters Ensemble

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Damon was our first son together.
I walked across the border,
Never asking ‘if’ or ‘whether’
I walked away from Zacatecas
To find mi hermano
it was easy, facil
I had no papers, no big deal

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LEAVING ZACATECAS, ZACATECAS
WHERE THE EAGLE ATE THE SERPENT
SITTING ON A CACTUS
NUESTRA CASA, THIS WILL BE OUR HOME
FOLLOW ME, MI AMOR, SO I WON’T BE ALONE

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Damon was our first son together
I walked across the border,
Never asking ‘if’ or ‘whether’
El coyote helped mi nino and me cross the land
It was facil, we walked hand in hand

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WE BOUGHT A GIANT HOUSE
3 TALL FAM’LY STORIES
TOGETHER ON THE PORCH
WE WATCH THE RAIN POURING
THE TORRENTS SO STRONG,
THE SKY FULL OF LIGHTNING
ALL OF US TOGETHER,
THE NIGHT NEVER FRIGHT’NING
ZACATECAS, ZACATECAS,
NUESTRA CASA, OUR HOME
THANKSGIVING Y NAVIDAD
NEVER NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, NEVER ALONE

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In Chicago, I built a table
Of an Aztec design
I carved every feather of the eagle
To keep our culture in mine

The eagle, bird of life
The vulture, bird of death
He comes to right our wrongs
And wait for our last breath

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THE TORRENTS SO STRONG
THE SKY FULL OF LIGHTENING
ALL OF US TOGETHER
THIS NIGHT IS SO FRIGHTENING
DAMON, WE ARE COMING TO FIND YOU
DAMON, WE ARE COMING TO FIND YOU
MAY THE VULTURE OF STREET LIFE FLY AWAY
FLY AWAY FROM OUR HOME
MAY THE VULTURE OF STREET LIFE FLY AWAY
FLY AWAY FROM OUR HOME

To be presented in the original show I AM NOT YOUR HOMIE on May 7-9 

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