Ancestral Unity

I never seen myself different than a Mexican
When I see a Mexican, I see myself in them
We are the same people, it's evident —
Same blood, same fire, same element

We might speak Spanish with a different tone
Built customs on lands we now call home
But underneath flags and foreign names
Our roots still whisper through the veins

Remove the borders, remove the tongue
And you'll hear the same ancestral drum
We both indigenous — we been one
Long before conquest ever begun

From El Salvador to ancient Mexica lands
Same story carved by foreign hands
They called us "mestizo," changed our face
But couldn't erase what time can't replace

Nahua and Maya — we share those trunks
Our spirits connect through the blood that runs
From Pipil hills to the Yucatán sun
We walk the same road, just carved by guns

Across the border, Native kin still fight
Lakota, Apache, the same old plight
On reservations under neon lights
But their spirit still dances in the night

Different flag, same pain and cry
Different sky, but the same red dye
From the Andes peaks to Amazon cries
Our people still breathe while empires lie

In the Guianas they speak in French
But that's just another foreign trench
In Brazil they guard the sacred air
Lungs of the planet — they still care

Same struggle, same story told
Different crowns, same stolen gold
Divide and rule — that's all they sold
But our unity's fire never grows cold

Modern nations draw their line
Genetic truth don't pay no mind
We're one people, soul combined
Different colonizers — one blood, one kind