This ain’t a story ‘bout race, color or creed
It’s a story ‘bout hate, envy and greed
Talk about ambitions but don’t want us to progress
Ya talk about assistance but all we get is the stress
U don´t really wanna see me grow
Hating on me choking on my flow
U say we rude, don’t like our attitude
We crude, ain’t got no gratitude
But I wasn’t born to be low, I was born to rise
Wasn’t born to pretend or keep my faith in disguise
Ain’t got no freedom of speech
No freedom to teach – make our kids out of reach
Wanna break ties – alienated in their own land
Running riot in the streets, day by day getting out of hand
U don’t want me to be an inspiration
U wanna blame me for agitation
How can u tell me ‘bout participation
When all u really want is segregation
Una palabra no dice nada
Y al mismo tiempo
Lo esconde todo
Como aquel viento que esconde el agua
Como las flores que esconde el lodo
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