Young Lords

Intro: Immortal Technique

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

Verse 1: Joell Ortiz

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 **** 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 smokin'

I'll have 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 pot

Immortal Technique

En la calle

On a collision course with incarceration

Consumed by the lies of the streets

They were an illusion

But I awoke, caged like an animal

Verse 2: Pumpkinhead

They got me locked in a cell

Where I’m feelin' like an experiment

My spirit sharper than lasers they used to build pyramids

Writin' on the walls keep me sane

Knuckle push-ups on the concrete 'til I bleed out the pain

Thoughts of my freedom lingerin' in my brain

I’m stronger and much quicker, I appreciate the gain

Buildin' 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 got it (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

Immortal Technique

I came to my senses, un esclavo no soy

That is now my past

I came to know me and my people

Red, brown and black helped me paint the future

Verse 3: CF

The world got a template, to turn us into inmates

Caged in a state pen, man, **** goin' to Penn State!

Bonded to slave ships to punch in your timecard

Walk my oasis spacin' 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 Lares estate quieto (stay calm)

We vocal minorities, no pookie man trail

Guess the local authorities to be the Ho Chi Minh trail

From robbin' bodegas and boastin' like low-lives

The medium figures totin' the 4-5

Revolutionary gangsters in your presence

Tryin' to dead us with cancer through chemical testin'

Immortal Technique

?Unidos por fin!

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!

Verse 4: Immortal Technique

I survived the COINTELPRO assassinations

AIDS-epidemic crack era fractured the 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, claimin' to be born again

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

Banned ethnic studies claimin' 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 ****in' 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, dyin' existentially

Separated from people you can’t see yourself to be

Then racially integrated into a burnin' house

Colony of an empire economically burnin' out

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

I wonder if Agent 800 is standin' next to me

Outro: Panama Alba

In Puerto Rico, the main problem

we have es que somos colonia.

We are a colony, we are fighting for freedom

Because we will not be a slave nation por favor

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 Panama

Young lords, revolutionary always, from San Juan, Puerto Rico

Que viva Puerto Rico libre!