Standing Tall

How many times do you see a chicano standing tall
I've searched many places even in the mall
Proud of who they are and where they're going?
Instead I find slumped shoulders with no emotion showing
So I wander around searching for a friend in my raza
Pero aqui estoy un chicano muy fuerte en mi casa

I glare at my dark eyes and know that they windows
I gleam at my skin and know its different
I peer into my soul and know where its been
I look into my future and see no end

The reflection is all they see
The reflection is not just me
The reflection is just a door
And hidden in the reflection is much, much more.