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gold in the pockets of my heart
Look you upon the native son you nurtured – and gave birth to
Barrio bato, from the Raza side of town, with a conscience colored brown
The color of the sacred earth from whence we come to which we will return…
Let his poor simple footsteps echo in the volumes of our mind
Let his lighthouse Chicano actions burn forever in our hearts
That we may tell our children, and they in turn their children tell
There was a one, my child, who taught us how to live a conscientious life
With unassuming care with unassuming love, his star rises and shines forever
In the skies!
Oh Pueblo mio, pueblo de orgullo y corazon gigante
Blessed are we to live upon these times, to walk upon these Lubbock streets
For we have lived and witnessed legendary days when giants walked the earth
To teach us lesser folks how to be real – I knew of one, his name is true
His name is real – Bidal Aguero!
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