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