Lyrics Immortal Technique

Immortal Technique

Young Lords

New to the world, fresh out the barrio, I was an outlaw rebel, out of my mind, young and wild, my existence defined in one word: Survive!

If it could be sold, I can sell it, If it can’t, that’s cool

I’ll fix it up make it look good enough to catch some fools

It started when I was young with my genesis games

He traded me John Madden for--I don’t remember the name

But it was weak though, the streets though, they play with perico

So Tito became my hijo, he had cheap blow

And each O like three, four times, I flipped ones

But it’s evil, the people I deal with'll stick nuns

With big guns, the diesel that diesel never change

The custies still nod like they agree with everything

The weed ain’t the same, all the colors is new

It ain’t just green, the haze is purple and them berries is blue

I don’t care if it was pink, as long as they still smoking

I had them bags packed until they damn near open

The hustle’s in my veins, I could bleed in a pot

And make a soup that’d go for 10 dollars a pop

In la calle, a collision course with incarceration, consumed by the lies of the streets, they were an illusion but I awoke caged like an animal

They got me locked in a cell where I’m feeling like an experiment

My spirit sharper than lasers they used to build pyramids

Writing on the walls keep me sane

Knuckle push-ups on the concrete, till I bleed out the pain

Thoughts of my freedom lingering in my brain

I’m stronger and much quicker I appreciate the gain

Building with my a-alike, brown power reunite

Tattoos of my flag, PR pride Jesus Christ

But I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy

So when I’m free I’ll teach and spread the speech

Of how they try to divide us (to make us weak)

Find us (and break a piece) So I gotta

(To make a peace) honest (I play for keeps)

This is the life of your forefathers that fought hard

Four corners of backyards, power in numbers

So they subtract us and add bars

If they want it, we gonna take ‘em to war

We not a gang or a clique, we Young Lords!

I came to my senses, un esclavo no soy (I am not a slave), that is not my past, I came to know me and my people, red brown and black, helped me paint the future.

The world got a template, to turn us into inmates caged in a state pen,

Man, fuck going to penn state,

Bonded to slave ships to punch in your timecard,

Walk my oasis spacing jungle behind bars,

Got my epiphany like Malcolm X,

Prison to the bricks, but I'm stuck in this global house arrest,

I'm a free man so I changed my mannerisms,

This Greenspan system wanna dent my activism,

Estilo machetero get my people out the ghetto,

21st century grito de alar estate quieto (stay calm),

We vocal minorities, no pookie man trail,

Guess the local authorities to be the Ho Chi Minh trail,

From robbing bodegas and boosting like low-lives,

The medium figures choking the four five,

Revolutionary gangsters in your presence,

Trying to dead us through cancer, through chemical testing!

Unidos por fin! (Finally, united!) We seize the time, free at last, learn to love, live to fight, not just for me, but for others, teach the new blood, and live for freedom!

I survived the COINTELPRO assassinations

AIDS epidemic crack era fractured a nation

The interpretation of American democracy

Is best exemplified in its foreign policy dichotomy

I live a double-life of political philosophy

But revolution follows me, the struggle for equality

Against the morally bankrupt, claiming to be born again

It's a civil war again, like MS-13's origin

Banned ethnic studies claiming our culture will swallow them

But you can’t conquer people and build a country on top of them

And then feel offended that they breathe the same oxygen

Your family values lack the wisdom of Solomon

But Operation Condor and Operation Bootstrap

Are Poli Sci 101 research for the New Jack

It’s hard to reach, Communist Utopia tomorrow

When your hands are in a fucking glass jar like Che Guevara

Forget the distorted historical facts you were given

Slave trade was the capital for capitalism

Trapped in a prison mentally, dying existentially

Separated from people you can’t see yourself to be

Then racially integrated into a burning house

Colony of an empire, economically burning out

Can’t win a debate, so they sponsor every threat to me

I wonder if Agent 800 is standing next to me

In Puerto Rico, the main problem we have es que somos colonia (is that we are a colony) we are a colony, we are fighting for freedom, because we will not be a slave nation for [?] the struggle here is to make universities the struggle here is in the community, it's against the police and violence, it's against discrimination, it's against the crime against humanity on this beautiful Caribbean Island, this is [?] Young lords, revolutionary always, from San Juan, Puerto Rico, Que viva Puerto Rico libre! (Long Live a free Puerto Rico!)