The sun ablaze as Maria’s foot touches the surface of sand

On northern land, as human contraband

Some rico from Jalisco passed her name to the Boss

She stuffed into a truckbed, she clutches her cross

Here comes the exhaust and it rips through her lungs

She’s off fast to the pasture, like cattle she’ll cross

Degree 106, sweat and vomit are thrown And she prays and suffocates upon the memories of home

Of Yanqui guns for blood, debts on the loans

Of smoldering fields, rape, rubble and bones

Of graves hidden, trapped up in visions of war

Of nothing, no one, nobody, no more

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Hard to pick a RATM song, but Maria is one of my favourite lyrically. Also topical right now