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La Misma Fuerza

Donde están tus canciones bonitas q
No las e visto yo no soy visco
No pasan de ser unos tipos
Farsantes y listos aplica el realismo
No me digas q es comida q es la vida q es racismo
Y ni menciones mas q es el imperialismo
Q en el ultimo¿? unos cuantos ministros
Yo soy mal visto por como me visto
Y aveces me e visto en la obligación
De imponerme ante todos por q yo ya soy parte de esta nación
Aquí voy a ir con con con la razón
Voy a ir asta el fin del camino
Y no abra variación aunque la muerte se imponga en mi camino
Hay cosas q yo no entiendo q pasan en este país
No hay un lema de niños q diga
Vive el amor quiero ser feliz
Todo esta recio la formación esta en un estado critico
No se si están formando pioneros o formando políticos
Enseñan la historia que conviene porq saben q el q habla de libertad
No saben lo q es revolución y esto ve la sociedad
Pero la verdad no se puede ocultar tanto tiempo no es justo (NO)
Entre el cielo y el mar no caben tantos actos corruptos ocultos
Es un insulto q la autoridad provoque
Para luego golpear
Y q después de ser golpeado
Una fianza debas q pagar
Y agradecerle q enzima sonriendo porq
Te dieron la pira
Esta forma tan bonita q ellos ponen entre la huella
No te pongas bravo q es pura mentira
Estoy en su mira se q me miran y q respiran ira
Algunos tiran el pueblo me inspira unos me tiran porq aspiran mirar
Como q alguien me pasa por arriba como si fuese una alfombra del tiempo
Pero soy creador por amor
Y pa' q sepas ahora estoy escribiendo
Siento q siento q sentimiento dentro cuanto mantengo los tengo corriendo a todos
Amo lo q hago me cago en retador represivo sigo positivo
Sigo persibo no me ago el bobo no me rindo en la lucha
Muchas personas me dan por loco por q me falla el amor de a poco
Sigo siendo el alfiler q radica el poder sin nada q temer va explotando los globos
PO, PO, PO, PO, PO, PO, PO, PO
Me cago en todo saco estruendo para el y yo
Amo lo q hago quien me cayo o me censuro
No funciono yo soy la voz de los sin voz
No me caigo sigo haciendo los estruendos de REAL HIP HOP
El despertar de las masas (masa) y ya de la realidad
Q la autoridad sin clemencia disfraza (pasa)
Te invito a la calle donde la gente transita con miedo
Donde prefieren marcharse q ayudar a lograr un futuro nuevo
(SUENA)

Yo sigo con la misma fuerza
Mostrando resistencia
Luchando por la independencia de mi país
Por la de nuestras conciencias
Yo no soy de la disidencia
(TU SABES Q NO)
Ni estoy sembrando la violencia
(TAMBIEN LO SABES)
Yo lo q soy es un tipo hay q no cree en ningún ustedes ya se me agoto la paciencia
Victimas de la impotencia
Acausa de falsas penitencias
(MUY FALSAS)
Porq confunden supervivencia con delincuencia
Por la apariencia y no tiene ciencia
Y ya no creo en sus promesas (YA NO CREO)
Y mucho menos en la prensa(SON MIERDA)
A nadie le debo obediencia aqui soy asi

Y pa cambiarme hay q arrancarme la cabeza

Bajo lluvia sol y sereno siempre seremos lo q hemos querido querido
Tampoco escondemos lo q en la calle hemos vivido
Tal como a sido narramos las cosas
Y si realmente esta mala las cosas
Jamas nos veras apegados diciendo q esto es color de rosas
Mi prosa no son la de un letrado
Sino la de un chamacon q se equivoco
Y dejo la escuela en onceno grado
Pero los grados de alguna forma fue ayar a mi comunidad
Porq lo q se aprende en la calle no se aprende en la universidad
Hablo de respeto de rap de radicalismo
De unidad, de honestidad, de amistad sin egoísmo seamos lo mismo
Q aquellos q antes torturaban y q no hablaban de nada
Eso si que da la gente segura y bien brava
VIVA CUBA LIBRE, Q VIVA LIBRE CUBA
Y q se respete el criterio de los q por ellos sudan y ayudan
No un cambio político sino moral y ético
Para q los q vienen atrás caigan en paz y lejos del miedo
Yo debo de hablar lo q observo sin omitir

Detalles q puedan malestar al q haga atropellar al q trata de sobrevivir

Voy a seguir con la sonoriza en el rostro aunq me den mas palo

Porq to se q lo q yo estoy haciendo no es nada malo

(SUENA)

Yo sigo con la misma fuerza
Mostrando resistencia
Luchando por la independencia de mi país
Por la de nuestras conciencias
Yo no soy de la disidencia
(TU SABES Q NO)
Ni estoy sembrando la violencia
(TAMBIEN LO SABES)
Yo lo q soy es un tipo hay q no cree en ningún ustedes ya se me agoto la paciencia
Victimas de la impotencia
Acausa de falsas penitencias
(MUY FALSAS)
Porq confunden supervivencia con delincuencia
Por la apariencia y no tiene ciencia
Y ya no creo en sus promesas (YA NO CREO)
Y mucho menos en la prensa(SON MIERDA)
A nadie le debo obediencia aqui soy asi
Y pa cambiarme hay q arrancarme la cabeza

The Same Strength

Where are your beautiful songs?
I haven't seen them, I'm not blind.
You are nothing more than
Phonies and clever, apply realism.
Don't tell me that this is food, that this is life, that this is racism,
And don't even mention that this is imperialism.
That in the end, it's just a few ministers.
I am looked down upon because of how I dress
And sometimes I have seen myself in the obligation
Of imposing myself before everyone because I am already part of this nation.
Here I will go with the reason,
I will go to the end of the road,
And there will be no variation even if death stands in my way.
There are things that I don't understand that happen in this country,
There is no children's motto that says
"Live love, I want to be happy,"
Everything is tough, the education is in a critical state,
I don't know if they are training pioneers or training politicians.
They teach the convenient history because they know that those who speak of freedom
Don't know what revolution is and society sees this,
But the truth cannot be hidden for so long, it's not fair (NO).
Between heaven and sea, there is no room for so many corrupt hidden acts,
It is an insult that the authority provokes
To then beat you up,
And that after being beaten,
You have to pay a bail,
And thank them, smiling because
They gave you the slap.
This very nice way that they put between the fingerprint
Don't be angry, it's a lie.
I'm in their sights, I know they are looking at me and breathing anger,
Some shoot, the people inspire me, some shoot me because they aspire to see
As if someone walks over me as if I were a time carpet,
But I'm a creator for love
And so you know now I'm writing
I feel, I feel that feeling inside, how much I keep them running to everyone,
I love what I do, I shit on repressive challenger, I remain positive,
I keep perceiving, I don't play dumb, I don't give up in the fight,
Many people think I'm crazy because love fails me little by little,
I continue to be the pin that radiates power with nothing to fear, popping the balloons
PO, PO, PO, PO, PO, PO, PO, PO
I shit on everything, I take out the uproar for him and me,
I love what I do, whoever betrays me or censures me,
It didn't work, I am the voice of the voiceless,
I don't fall, I keep making the roars of REAL HIP HOP,
The awakening of the masses (mass) and already of reality
That authority mercilessly disguises (passes)
I invite you to the street where people walk with fear,
Where they prefer to leave than to help achieve a new future.
(SOUNDS)

I continue with the same strength,
Showing resistance,
Fighting for the independence of my country,
For that of our consciences,
I am not of the dissidence,
(YOU KNOW I'M NOT)
Nor am I sowing violence,
(YOU KNOW THAT TOO)
What I am is a guy who doesn't believe in any, you already know I've run out of patience,
Victims of impotence,
Because of false penances,
(VERY FALSE)
Because they confuse survival with delinquency,
By appearance, and it has no science,
And I no longer believe in your promises (I NO LONGER BELIEVE),
And much less in the press (THEY ARE SHIT),
I owe no one obedience, here I am like this,

And to change me, you have to tear my head off.

Under rain, sun, and serene, we will always be what we have wanted, wanted,
We also don't hide what we have lived on the street,
As it has been, we narrate things,
And if things are really bad,
You will never see us attached saying that this is rosy.
My prose is not that of a lawyer,
But that of a young man who made a mistake
And left school in eleventh grade,
But the grades in some way were to find my community,
Because what is learned on the street is not learned in university.
I speak of respect for rap, for radicalism,
Of unity, of honesty, of friendship without selfishness, let's be the same
As those who used to torture and did not talk about anything,
That really gives people who are safe and very brave.
LONG LIVE FREE CUBA, LONG LIVE FREE CUBA
And that the criteria of those who sweat and help for them are respected,
Not a political change but a moral and ethical one,
So that those who come behind fall in peace and far from fear.
I must speak what I observe without omitting

Details that may upset the one who runs over the one who tries to survive.

I will continue with the sound in my face even if they beat me more

Because I know that what I'm doing is not bad.

(SOUNDS)

I continue with the same strength,
Showing resistance,
Fighting for the independence of my country,
For that of our consciences,
I am not of the dissidence,
(YOU KNOW I'M NOT)
Nor am I sowing violence,
(YOU KNOW THAT TOO)
What I am is a guy who doesn't believe in any, you already know I've run out of patience,
Victims of impotence,
Because of false penances,
(VERY FALSE)
Because they confuse survival with delinquency,
By appearance, and it has no science,
And I no longer believe in your promises (I NO LONGER BELIEVE),
And much less in the press (THEY ARE SHIT),
I owe no one obedience, here I am like this,
And to change me, you have to tear my head off.