《Young Lords》是Immortal Technique、Joell Ortiz演唱的歌曲,收錄於專輯《The Martyr》。
基本介紹
- 外文名:Young Lords
- 所屬專輯:The Martyr
- 歌曲原唱:Immortal Technique、Joell Ortiz
- 發行日期:2011年10月30日
歌曲歌詞
New to the world fresh out the barrio
I was an outlaw rebel
Out of my mind young and wild
My existence defined in one word Survive
If it could be sold I can sell it If it can't that's cool
I'll fix it up make it look good enough to catch some fools
It started when I was young with my genesis games
He traded me John Madden for I don't remember the name
But it was weak though the streets though they play with perico
So Tito became my hijo he had cheap blow
And each o like three four times I flipped ones
But it's evil the people I deal with'll stick nuns
With big guns the diesel that diesel never change
The custies still nod like they agree with everything
The w**d ain't the same all the colors is new
It ain't just green the haze is purple and them berries is blue
I don't care if it was pink as long as they still smoking
I had them bags packed until they damn near open
The hustle's in my veins I could bleed in a pot
And make a soup that'd go for 10 dollars a pop
In la calle on a collision course with incarceration consumed by the lies of the streets they were an illusion but I awoke caged like an animal
They got me locked in a cell where I'm feeling like an experiment
My spirit sharper than lasers they used to build pyramids
Writing on the walls keep me sane
Knuckle push-ups on the concrete till I bleed out the pain
Thoughts of my freedom lingering in my brain
I'm stronger and much quicker I appreciate the gain
Building with my a-alike brown power reunite
Tattoos of my flag PR pride Jesus Christ
But I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy
So when I'm free I'll teach and spread the speech
Of how they try to divide us to make us weak
Find us and break a piece So I gotta
To make a peace honest I play for keeps
This is the life of your forefathers that fought hard
Four corners of backyards power in numbers
So they subtract us and add bars
If they want it we gonna take 'em to war
We not a gang or a clique we Young Lords
I came to my senses un esclavo no soy that is not my past I came to know me and my people red brown and black helped me paint the future
The world got a template to turn us into inmates
Caged in a state pen Man f**k going to Penn state
Bonded to slave ships to punch in your timecard
Walk my oasis spacing jungle behind bars
Got my epiphany like Malcolm X
Prison to the bricks but I'm stuck in this global house arrest
I'm a free man so I changed my mannerisms
This Greenspan system wanna dent my activism
Estilo machetero get my people out the ghetto
21st century grito de alar estate quieto stay calm
We vocal minorities no pookie man trail
Guess the local authorities to be the Ho Chi Minh trail
From robbing bodegas and boosting like low-lives
The medium figures choking the four five
Revolutionary gangsters in your presence
Trying to dead us with cancer through chemical testing
Unidos por fin We seize the time free at last learn to love live to fight not just for me but for others teach the new blood and live for freedom
I survived the cointelpro assassinations
AIDS epidemic crack era fractured a nation
The interpretation of American democracy
Is best exemplified in its foreign policy dichotomy
I live a double-life of political philosophy
But revolution follows me the struggle for equality
Against the morally bankrupt claiming to be born again
It's a civil war again like MS-13's origin
Banned ethnic studies claiming our culture will swallow them
But you can't conquer people and build a country on top of them
And then feel offended that they breathe the same oxygen
Your family values lack the wisdom of Solomon
But Operation Condor and Operation Bootstrap
Are Poli Sci 101 research for the New Jack
It's hard to reach Communist Utopia tomorrow
When your hands are in a f**king glass jar like Che Guevara
Forget the distorted historical facts you were given
Slave trade was the capital for capitalism
Trapped in a prison mentally dying existentially
Separated from people you can't see yourself to be
Then racially integrated into a burning house
Colony of an empire economically burning out
Can't win a debate so they sponsor every threat to me
I wonder if Agent 800 is standing next to me