Autonomo

Always in the sights of global ambition
That is shaping every step towards a local turn
These are the stories of a poet in the federal district
With hatred towards the right
And releasing millions from the left, they shoot arrows
With art that is meant to rebel
With lyrics that help the spirit to educate

Happiness that is produced by the simplest things
We change our expression
Against those who defrauded you at the polls
It's the beer in the bohemian of
Political talk, constant criticism of their typical lifestyle
It's the trigger of the neighbor from Ribeyra
With more in Luxembourg in the way
The marginalized racialized cry
Never looking down on a proven new man
In certain circumstances the system is not denied
But it's the head and heart that their control never reaches us
Throw away the formalities, modern aesthetics, and absurd minimalisms
As Commander Chavez said, all for a new socialism

There's nothing like being autonomous, autonomous
Owner of my soul, no (2)

Lover of the most romantic romance in rhetoric
Like meetings of rebels at Starbucks
Discussing about caloric property
And then they come dismayed to save our countries
In search of finding their roots
They take a couple of photos, 2 tequilas, and return so happy
Thinking they graduated from the Zapatista school
And you haven't realized that in your town
And he and who is he look at you like a typical tourist
It's easy to disguise yourself as a Zapotec warrior or with Olmec icons
It's dangerous to argue with a loose mouth if you don't know what a library is
They take back their imperialist vision
Keep the progressive disguise
And take the communist manifesto as a gift

There's nothing like being autonomous, autonomous
Owner of my soul, no (2)

And it's not organic that the people have little to buy it
With their bourgeois humanism that only white people have
Chance to apply
We are with the rhymes and they resist
From the south of the continent
How the hell are we not going to shoot if it's my people
Have even shot the damn president
Master of the fight like Lucio from the Sierra Chimpancingo
Messing with the resident aliens who deep down bring a gringo
And don't bring your pure racial vision that's laughable
When you find out that Zapata's mother was a
Black woman, you won't know what to do with your shirt
Let it be clear that this is not for my people who left
To look for a plate up there
These are injections of conscience for those fake leaders
And power evolution is the seed

There's nothing like being autonomous, autonomous
Owner of my soul, no (2)