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LIFE
- [Verse 1]
- March 24th, 1976, at night
- I was born and took my very first breath of life
- They said I was the third one
- Built to restore order, through fear, then run
- I was the weapon against subversion
- Molded to be the ideal version
- Of a country free from desertion
- “Human rights are for the right people”
- I was a new man, meant to fight the evil
- Burned books, banned songs, blind sights
- Those fools couldn’t cleanse it all right
- Some people hate me, maybe I was meant to help ‘em
- They call me the worst, but I just contained ‘em
- Dead or alive? Nah, I just erased ‘em
- But it wasn’t my choice, I was the mask to calm it
- Clandestine centers, I was cleansing the nation
- ‘78, the cheers blurred your vision, our tricks, distraction
- Shots, goals, addiction, the World Cup fiction
- Don’t question intentions, your pride was submission
- People started to catch on, we were done
- So to grab their minds again, we took two islands with guns
- Sent boys to the sea, I fulfilled the mission
- A war staged for pride, not for precision
- Lot of soldiers, most of ‘em just young like you
- But my only wrong was not dying on those islands too
- [Verse 2]
- April 1879, my father, the State divine
- They said in every mile was an enemy in sight
- “The Desert Problem” told me every land was mine
- Even if we had to take it with a heavenly fight
- That same year, they sent me to that desert
- Savage men were everywhere, set to get hurt
- They said:
- “These savages are incompatible with civilization”
- “These travelers are infallible in this situation”
- For the agro export model, we killed millions of native peoples
- Like, “fuck it, that now makes some bills for the state, legal”
- By the end of the year, 1883
- We took almost everything, great things
- It goes like this, land is distributed among oligarchs,
- The military, and foreign companies, and one soul departs
- I was a visionary, worth more than the money of a whole lil’ Marx
- Been unfair, but I’ve grown, the country can stand and walk
- Call me illusionary, a phony corrupt tree, a hole in the art
- But for me, this country can exist, for me and you
- [Verse 3]
- We were raised on tales that history got right
- But to me, you can always think, it never looked quite right
- I was born on the 28th of May, 2010
- I never meant to be this way, just a few doubts and some tense
- Fully meant to walk this path, you 'bout to hear
- My truth, and that’s mine, y’all can’t rewrite me, clear?
- I choose rap as the rhyme that lights me up
- My mind sees clear now, it ain’t confined now
- Who defines morality, when that past still hides us?
- Will you stop buying sugar, ‘cause it cost lives once?
- Or will you not go to that “desert,” ‘cause it wasn’t ours to fence?
- History ain’t saint or sin, it bends with time
- Victory’s just phrasing, owned by who defines
- I don’t try to justify what bad people did in the past
- But we need to learn to separate the person from the art
- Just remember, Earth is hollow, it’s our echoes that make it worth
- No hypocrisy, just legacy, together, make those marks be heard
- Honestly, it’s ours
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