G
Oh I just wanna go to work --
     Am                   C
And get back home, and be something
             G
I just wanna fall in line --
     Am                   C
And do my time, and be something
                  G
Well I just wanna prove my worth --
       Am                    C
On the planet Earth, and be, something
                 G
I just wanna fall in love
     Am                   C
Not fuck it up, and feel something

[Verse 2]

      G            Bm                 C
Well lately, don’t understand what I am
               G
Treated as a fool
            Bm         C
Not quite a woman or a man
             G
Well I don’t know
                Bm             C
I guess I don’t understand the plan

[Verse 3]
G              Am             C
Colonized, and hypnotized, be something
G             Am            C
Sterilized, dehumanized, be something
     G
Well take your pay
         Am              C
And stay out the way, be something
   G
Ah do your best
     Am               C
But fuck the rest, be something

[Verse 4]

      G                Bm             C
Well lately, it’s been mighty hard to see
      G                Bm         C
Just searching for my lost humanity
             G
I look for you, my friend
    Bm              C
But do you look for me?

[Instrumental]
[cymbal clash with each line]
G 
G
Em
E

[Verse 5]
A                            F#m
Lately I’m not too afraid to die
                     Bm
I wanna leave it all behind
                 D   D7
I think about it sometimes
A                               F#m
Lately all my time’s been movin slow
                             Bm
I don’t know where I’m gonna go
                   D    D7
Just give me time, I’ll know

[Bridge 1]
F#m Bm
Oh, any day now
F#m Bm
Oh, any day now
D                 D D7
I will come along
F#m Bm
Oh, any day now
F#m Bm
Oh, any day now
D                 D D7
I will come along
D                 D D7
I will come along

[Recording: from "Puerto Rican Obituary" by Pedro Pietri]
N.C.        
    
Dead Puerto Ricans who never knew they were Puerto Ricans
Who never took a coffee break from the 10th commandment
To kill, kill, kill
The landlords of their cracked skulls
And communicate with their Latin souls
Juan, Miguel, Milagros, Olga, Manuel
From the nervous breakdown streets where the mice live like millionaires
And the people do not live at all

[Instrumental]

[Outro]
        A          Bm          D
From el barrio to Arecibo, ¡Pa’lante!
     A                           Bm               D
From Marble Hill to the ghost of Emmett Till, ¡Pa’lante!
     A              Bm                  D
To Juan, Miguel, Milagros, Manuel, ¡Pa’lante!
     A            Bm                D
To all who came before, we say, ¡Pa’lante!
      A             Bm                  D
To my mother and my father, I say, ¡Pa’lante!
   A          Bm          D
To Julia, and Sylvia, ¡Pa’lante!
   A              Bm                D
To all who had to hide, I say, ¡Pa’lante!
   A                  Bm                D
To all who lost their pride, I say, ¡Pa’lante!
   A                 Bm               D
To all who had to survive, I say, ¡Pa’lante!
      A                Bm                  D
To my brothers, and my sisters, I say, ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
       ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
       ¡Pa’lante!
   A              Bm                D
To all who came before, we say, ¡Pa’lante!