Paroles et traduction Bocafloja - Papel Con Cera Spoken Word

Papel Con Cera Spoken Word

Llegó el estigma
A incomodar tu inseguro karma
No es falsa alarma
Es el color café veracruzano
Con el dolor diaspórico africano, es
La voz del menosprecio estético
El grito prieto en México, es
La segunda y tercera raíz multiplicada
A la cuarta potencia, es
El sudor de mi ancestro huyendo, es
El sudor de mi abuelo construyendo, es
Equinoccio en tiempos de blanquitud globalizada
Es como exterminio en masa
Es como terror en casa
Rostros crudos hablan, dominan, luego aniquilan
Y esto no es drama, es risa
Después quieres comprarme genes
Cuando vas con prisa
Y tu bronceado cuesta miles
Cuando miles son los que te sirven
Mientras, sí mientras tanto
Sígueme tirando rasguños, balas
Con pistolas de agua, mientras sigue
Sigue por ahi aventando tu cultura imperial
Que no hay imperio que no caiga
Porque el arquetipo que en mí solicitas
No califica, sé lo que implica que
Que tu inclusión está comprada
Y creéme que esto no es crónica
De una rebelión anticipada, pero
Pero el peor eres tú que igual que yo
Nació con la etiqueta B
Y al crecimiento te invadiste de ceguera
Avergonzado del papel de estraza
Y lo cambiaste por papel con cera
Quién te viera
Ojalá que no te encuentres
A tu dueño con mal genio
El día que fuera
Al menos quítate el disfraz
De capataz y grita tu asco
Que si no compartes
Bien sabido que quizá tus hijos
Muden la moneda
Y a la inversa pueda
Demostrarse lo que deba

Waxy Paper Spoken Word

The stigma has arrived
To disturb your insecure karma
It's not a false alarm
It's the brown color of Veracruz
With the diasporic pain of Africa, it's
The voice of aesthetic contempt
The black outcry in Mexico, it's
The second and third root multiplied
To the fourth power, it's
The sweat of my ancestor fleeing, it's
The sweat of my grandfather building, it's
Equinox in times of globalized whiteness
It's like mass extermination
It's like terror at home
Raw faces speak, dominate, then annihilate
And this is not drama, it's laughter
Later you want to buy my genes
When you're in a hurry
And your tan costs thousands
When thousands are those who serve you
Meanwhile, yes, meanwhile
Keep throwing at me scratches, bullets
With water pistols, while it continues
Continue throwing out your imperial culture
That there's no empire that won't fall
Because the archetype that you seek in me
Doesn't qualify, I know what implies that
That your inclusion is bought
And believe me this is not the chronicle
Of an anticipated rebellion, but
But the worst is you who, like me
Was born with the tag B
And with growth you invaded yourself with blindness
Ashamed of the brown paper
And you changed it for waxy paper
Who would have thought
I hope you don't find
Your master with a bad temper
The day it happens
At least take off your disguise
Of a foreman and shout your disgust
That if you don't share
It's well known that perhaps your children
Will change the currency
And in reverse can
Demonstrate what's needed