Frijolero is a fiery, bilingual punch against racism, border politics, and economic hypocrisy. Molotov’s singers trade verses in Spanish and English, hurling back the slurs that Mexican migrants often hear (“frijolero,” “beaner”) while exposing how both nations are tangled in the same money-making games. The track flips stereotypes on their head: Mexicans are blamed for drugs, yet the U.S. buys them; Mexico pays its debt with oil, yet never learns who pockets the profits. By reminding listeners that much of today’s American Southwest was once Mexico, the band questions who really belongs on which “side of that goddamn river.”
Under the humor and colorful insults lies a serious invitation to empathy. Molotov asks you to picture dodging bullets while crossing the border, leaving family and home behind, then enduring suspicion in every “wrong” neighborhood. The roaring guitars and rapid-fire rhymes amplify a demand for respect: Don’t call me gringo, don’t call me frijolero. Instead, face the shared history, the economic ties, and the human stories that connect both sides of the Rio Grande.