[{"id":26478779,"name":"Young Lords","trackName":"Young Lords","artistName":"Immortal Technique","albumName":"The Martyr","duration":308.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"New to the world\nFresh out the barrio\nI was an outlaw rebel\nOut of my mind, young and wild\nMy existence defined in one word: Survive\n\nIf it could be sold, I can sell it; if it can’t, that’s cool\nI’ll fix it up make it look good enough to catch some fools\nIt started when I was young with my Genesis games\nHe traded me John Madden for--I don’t remember the name\nBut it was weak though\nThe streets though, they play with perico\nSo Tito became my hijo, he had cheap blow\nAnd each O like three, four times, I flipped ones\nBut it’s evil, the people I deal with'll stick nuns\nWith big guns, the diesel, that diesel never change\nThe custies still nod like they agree with everything\nThe weed ain’t the same, all the colors is new\nIt ain’t just green, the haze is purple, and them berries is blue\nI don’t care if it was pink, as long as they still smokin'\nI'll have them bags packed until they damn near open\nThe hustle’s in my veins, I could bleed in a pot\nAnd make a soup that’d go for 10 dollars a pot\n\nEn la calle\nOn a collision course with incarceration\nConsumed by the lies of the streets\nThey were an illusion\nBut I awoke, caged like an animal\n\nThey got me locked in a cell\nWhere I’m feelin' like an experiment\nMy spirit sharper than lasers they used to build pyramids\nWritin' on the walls keep me sane\nKnuckle push-ups on the concrete 'til I bleed out the pain\nThoughts of my freedom lingerin' in my brain\nI’m stronger and much quicker, I appreciate the gain\nBuildin' with my a-alike, brown power reunite\nTattoos of my flag, PR pride, Jesus Christ\nBut I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy\nSo when I’m free I’ll teach and spread the speech\nOf how they try to divide us (to make us weak)\nFind us (and break a piece)\nSo I got it (to make a peace), honest (I play for keeps)\nThis is the life of your forefathers that fought hard\nFour corners of backyards, power in numbers\nSo they subtract us and add bars\nIf they want it, we gonna take ‘em to war\nWe not a gang or a clique, we Young Lords\n\nI came to my senses, un esclavo no soy\nThat is now my past\nI came to know me and my people\nRed, brown and black helped me paint the future\n\nThe world got a template, to turn us into inmates\nCaged in a state pen, man, fuck goin' to Penn State!\nBonded to slave ships to punch in your timecard\nWalk my oasis spacin' jungle behind bars\nGot my epiphany like Malcolm X\nPrison to the bricks, but I’m stuck in this global house arrest\nI’m a free man, so I changed my mannerisms\nThis Greenspan system wanna dent my activism\nEstilo machetero get my people out the ghetto\n21st century Grito De Lares estate quieto (stay calm)\nWe vocal minorities, no pookie man trail\nGuess the local authorities to be the Ho Chi Minh trail\nFrom robbin' bodegas and boostin' like low-lives\nThe medium figures totin' the 4-5\nRevolutionary gangsters in your presence\nTryin' to dead us with cancer through chemical testin'\n\n¡Unidos por fin!\nWe seize the time, free at last\nLearn to love, live to fight\nNot just for me, but for others\nTeach the new blood\nAnd live for freedom!\n\nI survived the COINTELPRO assassinations\nAIDS-epidemic crack era fractured the nation\nThe interpretation of American democracy\nIs best exemplified in its foreign policy dichotomy\nI live a double-life of political philosophy\nBut revolution follows me, the struggle for equality\nAgainst the morally bankrupt, claimin' to be born again\nIt's a civil war again, like MS-13's origin\nBanned ethnic studies claimin' our culture will swallow them\nBut you can’t conquer people\nAnd build a country on top of them\nAnd then feel offended that they breathe the same oxygen\nYour family values lack the wisdom of Solomon\nBut Operation Condor and Operation Bootstrap\nAre Poli Sci 101, research for the New Jack\nIt’s hard to reach Communist Utopia tomorrow\nWhen your hands are in a fuckin' glass jar, like Che Guevara\nForget the distorted historical facts you were given\nSlave trade was the capital for capitalism\nTrapped in a prison mentally, dyin' existentially\nSeparated from people you can’t see yourself to be\nThen racially integrated into a burnin' house\nColony of an empire economically burnin' out\nCan’t win a debate, so they sponsor every threat to me\nI wonder if Agent 800 is standin' next to me\n\nIn Puerto Rico, the main problem we have es que somos colonia. We are a colony, we are fighting for freedom\nBecause we will not be a slave nation por favor\nThe struggle here is to make universities\nThe struggle here is in the community\nIt's against the police and violence\nIt's against discrimination\nIt's against the crime against humanity on this beautiful Caribbean Island. This is Panama\nYoung lords, revolutionary always, from San Juan, Puerto Rico\nQue viva Puerto Rico libre!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Lords\n  artist: Immortal Technique\n  album: The Martyr\n  duration_ms: 308000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  New to the world\n  Fresh out the barrio\n  I was an outlaw rebel\n  Out of my mind, young and wild\n  My existence defined in one word: Survive\n\n  If it could be sold, I can sell it; if it can’t, that’s cool\n  I’ll fix it up make it look good enough to catch some fools\n  It started when I was young with my Genesis games\n  He traded me John Madden for--I don’t remember the name\n  But it was weak though\n  The streets though, they play with perico\n  So Tito became my hijo, he had cheap blow\n  And each O like three, four times, I flipped ones\n  But it’s evil, the people I deal with'll stick nuns\n  With big guns, the diesel, that diesel never change\n  The custies still nod like they agree with everything\n  The weed ain’t the same, all the colors is new\n  It ain’t just green, the haze is purple, and them berries is blue\n  I don’t care if it was pink, as long as they still smokin'\n  I'll have them bags packed until they damn near open\n  The hustle’s in my veins, I could bleed in a pot\n  And make a soup that’d go for 10 dollars a pot\n\n  En la calle\n  On a collision course with incarceration\n  Consumed by the lies of the streets\n  They were an illusion\n  But I awoke, caged like an animal\n\n  They got me locked in a cell\n  Where I’m feelin' like an experiment\n  My spirit sharper than lasers they used to build pyramids\n  Writin' on the walls keep me sane\n  Knuckle push-ups on the concrete 'til I bleed out the pain\n  Thoughts of my freedom lingerin' in my brain\n  I’m stronger and much quicker, I appreciate the gain\n  Buildin' with my a-alike, brown power reunite\n  Tattoos of my flag, PR pride, Jesus Christ\n  But I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy\n  So when I’m free I’ll teach and spread the speech\n  Of how they try to divide us (to make us weak)\n  Find us (and break a piece)\n  So I got it (to make a peace), honest (I play for keeps)\n  This is the life of your forefathers that fought hard\n  Four corners of backyards, power in numbers\n  So they subtract us and add bars\n  If they want it, we gonna take ‘em to war\n  We not a gang or a clique, we Young Lords\n\n  I came to my senses, un esclavo no soy\n  That is now my past\n  I came to know me and my people\n  Red, brown and black helped me paint the future\n\n  The world got a template, to turn us into inmates\n  Caged in a state pen, man, fuck goin' to Penn State!\n  Bonded to slave ships to punch in your timecard\n  Walk my oasis spacin' jungle behind bars\n  Got my epiphany like Malcolm X\n  Prison to the bricks, but I’m stuck in this global house arrest\n  I’m a free man, so I changed my mannerisms\n  This Greenspan system wanna dent my activism\n  Estilo machetero get my people out the ghetto\n  21st century Grito De Lares estate quieto (stay calm)\n  We vocal minorities, no pookie man trail\n  Guess the local authorities to be the Ho Chi Minh trail\n  From robbin' bodegas and boostin' like low-lives\n  The medium figures totin' the 4-5\n  Revolutionary gangsters in your presence\n  Tryin' to dead us with cancer through chemical testin'\n\n  ¡Unidos por fin!\n  We seize the time, free at last\n  Learn to love, live to fight\n  Not just for me, but for others\n  Teach the new blood\n  And live for freedom!\n\n  I survived the COINTELPRO assassinations\n  AIDS-epidemic crack era fractured the nation\n  The interpretation of American democracy\n  Is best exemplified in its foreign policy dichotomy\n  I live a double-life of political philosophy\n  But revolution follows me, the struggle for equality\n  Against the morally bankrupt, claimin' to be born again\n  It's a civil war again, like MS-13's origin\n  Banned ethnic studies claimin' our culture will swallow them\n  But you can’t conquer people\n  And build a country on top of them\n  And then feel offended that they breathe the same oxygen\n  Your family values lack the wisdom of Solomon\n  But Operation Condor and Operation Bootstrap\n  Are Poli Sci 101, research for the New Jack\n  It’s hard to reach Communist Utopia tomorrow\n  When your hands are in a fuckin' glass jar, like Che Guevara\n  Forget the distorted historical facts you were given\n  Slave trade was the capital for capitalism\n  Trapped in a prison mentally, dyin' existentially\n  Separated from people you can’t see yourself to be\n  Then racially integrated into a burnin' house\n  Colony of an empire economically burnin' out\n  Can’t win a debate, so they sponsor every threat to me\n  I wonder if Agent 800 is standin' next to me\n\n  In Puerto Rico, the main problem we have es que somos colonia. We are a colony, we are fighting for freedom\n  Because we will not be a slave nation por favor\n  The struggle here is to make universities\n  The struggle here is in the community\n  It's against the police and violence\n  It's against discrimination\n  It's against the crime against humanity on this beautiful Caribbean Island. This is Panama\n  Young lords, revolutionary always, from San Juan, Puerto Rico\n  Que viva Puerto Rico libre!\n"}]