Текст и перевод песни Neradros - Kanguro

Kanguro

Que fácil ser rebelde cuando te apoya el estado,
Y tenés la maquinaria de los medios de tu lado.
Que fácil imponer tu ideología si siendo jurado,
No tenés que dar explicación de lo votado.
Claro que te lo has ganado es meritocracia.
Suspicacia tenés pa′ criticarla, más es falacia
Y lo que pasa, es que tanta plata no te sacia,
Porque nunca trabajaste de verdad para ganarla.
Te hacés el anarquista, después pedís mas estado,
No es que seas masoquista, es que estás adoctrinado,
Por un gobierno chavista, que en 12 años ha logrado,
Hacer crecer aún más la lista de pobres y desempleados.
Te sacan más de la mitad de todo,
Si vos trabajás de sol a sol,
Y esa plata se la dan a otro,
Que nunca en su vida laburó.
Solamente les preocupa el voto,
No les preocupa que estés mejor,
Si no te darían un trabajo, no un subsidio,
Y no le cobrarían impuestos a cada trabajador.
Fácil es decir que alguien ta' laburando para ganar dos monedas,
Difícil admitir que tu querido estado es el que la mitad se lleva.
Pero vos estas contento porque das un show gratuito,
Pagado por el estado con el hambre de otros tipos.
Tan falaz que sos atrás del micro me cansás. capás
No estás capacitado para hablar de lo que hablás sin mas.
Quizás no te importa generar pobres donde vas,
Fijate siempre de que lado de la mecha te encontrás.
No me queda ni para empezar,
Si tu apellido es hipocresía.
A más de un pibe lograste arruinar,
A más de uno le cagas la vida.
Con esa droga supuesta inocente
A la que tanto haces apología,
Que te hace tonto, no deja avanzar,
Y la que cabeza deja destruida.
Miles de chicos escuchan tus temas
Donde los incitas a vivir así,
Nunca pensaste en las consecuencias,
Y a la gente a la que podés influir.
Conozco pibes que por tu ejemplo,
Dejaron la escuela y tuvieron que huir
De su casa, porque le robaban
Dinero a su madre para consumir.
Mientras tanto, hablás de la yuta metida en los barrios,
Cuando no te preocupa que entren los narcos.
Entre sobredosis, tiros, cerebros quemados,
La droga mata mas que la yuta y vos tan pancho.
Ancho de ropa, mientras presumís,
Toda la droga, que vos consumís,
A toda hora, es lo que admitís,
Se nota que nunca a un trabajo vos tuviste que asistir.
Encima incitás a chicos de cualquier edad,
A que vivan de fiesta no estudiar ni trabajar.
Y si no alcanza la plata del subsidio será será...
Que buscaran dinero para drogas de forma ilegal.
A pesar del tono combativo de esta canción,
Mi objetivo con ella no es agredir,
Sino llamar a la reflexión sobre las cosas que defendemos,
Y lo que realmente hace daño a la sociedad
Y al futuro de los jóvenes.
Muchos van a decir que hago críticas
Y no planteo soluciones,
Así que ahí van un par de tips.
Creo que es mejor antes que dar un subsidio,
Incentivar el esfuerzo el trabajo y la meritocracia.
Si la gente depende de lo que le da un político,
El político se lucrará de que haya ignorancia.
Entonces el primer paso de todo es educar,
Y eso es imposible en una cabeza drogada.
Que alguien defienda la droga no puedo aceptar,
Ya que es cómplice de que muchos tengan la vida arruinada.
Nunca recibí de el estado un subsidio,
Pero si trabajé muy duro por un sueldo mínimo.
Vi como la droga arruinó a varios amigos,
Hoy día se arrepienten de elegir ese camino.
Ellos no ignoraban que la droga era mala,
Pero veían a sus ídolos usarla y defenderla.
Querían ser como ellos esa vida y esa fama,
Por eso me ignoraban si yo hacía una advertencia.
Si usás tu rap o trap sin más moral que ganar cash,
Tú deberás pensar quizás que traerás un gran pesar
En los demás y arruinarás a más de uno y me odiarás.
Fijate siempre de qué lado de la mecha te encontrás

Kangaroo

How easy it is to be a rebel with the state's support,
With the media machine on your side, a twisted retort.
How easy to impose your ideology as a judge,
No explanation needed for your vote, a convenient nudge.
Of course you earned it, it's meritocracy you preach,
Suspicion you have to criticize, but it's out of reach,
And what happens is, so much money doesn't satisfy,
Because you never truly worked to earn it, that's no lie.
You play the anarchist, then demand more state control,
Not a masochist, just indoctrinated, losing your soul,
By a Chavista government, that in 12 years has grown,
The list of poor and unemployed, seeds of despair sown.
They take more than half of everything you make,
While you work from sunrise to sunset, for goodness sake,
And that money is given to another,
Who has never in their life held a job, like a lazy brother.
They only care about the vote, that's plain to see,
They don't care if you're better off, honestly,
If they did, they'd give you a job, not a handout's plea,
And wouldn't tax every worker, setting their earnings free.
Easy to say someone's working for pennies, it's true,
Hard to admit your beloved state takes half, through and through.
But you're happy because you give a free show,
Paid for by the state with other people's hunger, don't you know?
So deceitful you are behind the mic, it tires me out,
Perhaps you're not qualified to speak of what you shout.
Maybe you don't care about creating poverty wherever you go,
Always check which side of the fuse you're on, friend or foe.
I have nothing left to even begin,
If your last name is hypocrisy, a cardinal sin.
You've managed to ruin more than one kid's life,
You screw up their future, filled with strife.
With that supposedly innocent drug,
That you so strongly advocate, like a cozy rug,
It makes you stupid, doesn't let you advance,
And leaves your head destroyed, a hopeless trance.
Thousands of kids listen to your songs,
Where you incite them to live like this, where it belongs,
You never thought about the consequences,
And the people you can influence, breaking defenses.
I know kids who, because of your example,
Dropped out of school and had to flee, unable,
From their homes, because they stole,
Money from their mothers to consume, losing control.
Meanwhile, you talk about the cops in the neighborhoods,
When you don't care about the drug dealers and their hoods.
Between overdoses, shootings, and burned-out brains,
Drugs kill more than the cops, causing endless pains.
Wide clothes, while you boast,
All the drugs you consume, at any cost,
At all hours, it's what you admit,
It's clear you've never had to go to work, not a single bit.
On top of that, you incite kids of any age,
To live a life of partying, not studying or turning a page.
And if the subsidy money is not enough, it will be, it will be...
That they will look for money for drugs illegally.
Despite the combative tone of this song,
My goal is not to attack, right from wrong,
But to call for reflection on the things we defend,
And what really harms society, in the end,
And the future of young people, my friend.
Many will say I make criticisms,
And don't offer solutions, just isms,
So here are a couple of tips, no schisms.
I think it's better, before giving a handout's aid,
To encourage effort, work, and meritocracy's parade.
If people depend on what a politician gives,
The politician will profit from ignorance that lives.
So the first step of all is to educate,
And that's impossible with a drugged-up mind's state.
I cannot accept someone defending drugs,
As they are complicit in many ruined lives and thugs.
I never received a subsidy from the state,
But I worked very hard for a minimum wage, it's fate.
I saw how drugs ruined several friends of mine,
Today they regret choosing that path, a twisted line.
They weren't unaware that drugs were bad,
But they saw their idols using and defending them, feeling glad.
They wanted to be like them, that life and fame,
That's why they ignored me if I gave a warning, to my shame.
If you use your rap or trap with no morals but to gain cash,
You should perhaps think that you will bring great sorrow's clash,
Upon others and ruin more than one, and you will hate me, a brash,
Always check which side of the fuse you're on, that's the task.