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I don't rhyme to please people
I don't seek trendy rhythms, I'll always be as I am
I'm not trying to be different, just simply
I don't feel like acting like a common rapper

I barely listen to hip-hop
Because in my opinion, there are few worth it
I'm bored by exaggerated gestures, imitated accents
They all sound the same and that's the root of the problem

I know little about rap, its culture and history
I just follow the voice of my soul since I can remember
And I don't laugh with everyone, because where I grew up I learned
That those who envy you the most can be right in front of you

So if you can shut me up; do it, show it
I'm not saying I know it all, although I surely make something up
I have a new story every day
Because not only does the neighborhood live in me, but I still live in a neighborhood

The concrete jungle, as some say
Where unfortunately you have to step to avoid being stepped on
I carry my roots in my soul
Fighting against racists who divide the world into first and third

It hasn't been easy, it hasn't been easy for me
I say it because it's true, not to seem fragile
My mental agility takes me to a higher plane
Where I see and realize that I don't need to strive to be better

Because titles have served no purpose
True respect comes from those who are with you
Your friends, your grateful audience to whom I say
That Indigo will rhyme and rhyme as long as he's alive

That's what it's about, bro'
I don't need chains or any of that shit
Hip-hop in Spanish, with Venezuelan slang
Nourished by what I've read and experienced without loss

There's more envy than potholes on the highway nowadays
How easy it is to criticize and believe you're for real
So much has been said about me lately that one day
I'll have to listen to gossip to find out about my own life

It's sad but true, (yeah)
You feel the bad vibes even at your own concerts
It's sad but true
That I know foreigners who understand you more than many of your own peers

They twist everything I say
I don't admit that I'm the one who has made it visible through the ears
They throw so many indirects in songs
That the fact of not naming me already makes them look like losers

Only I know how much I love Venezuela
And I won't tire of expressing how and how much I can
My education tells me that life is fleeting
And if there's no other option, I'll leave with my music

Nationalists, fools can't see that one thing is loving your country
And another is turning a blind eye
Influenciable sheep, hypocrites with ego
They can't walk beyond their fears

It's not about religion or politics
It's about lack of objectivity in their criticisms
It's obvious, they only seek popularity
Googling my words to contradict them

That's why they've never seen us as musicians
Because of ignorant people like you who act like subjects
They say they're not commercial and don't understand
That their own life is more commercial than any pop song

They're commercial when they talk and walk
Commercial when they gesture, eat and breathe
They're commercial when they act like fools
Hating me without cause is commercial, that's how everyone acts

Bah!, oh-oh! gbek! yes!
I'm not going to write anymore!

Hate, love, affection, anger, strength, smiles, respect, life
That's how I am!, woah! that's how I am!
Dreams, goals, experiences in my brain lived
And I don't want to die yet!

I'm not from this story, I'm not from this time
It's too much feeling for a humble body
Too much knowledge for so little time
Injustices lived that I don't understand

Hate, love, affection, anger, strength, smiles, respect, life
That's how I am!, woah! that's how I am!
Dreams, goals, experiences in my brain lived
And I don't want to die yet!

The Canserbero! hey-yeah!
Not admitting that I walk through fire barefoot
To foolish comments, little attention
For my people a hug, for the clowns a kick in the ass
And if you're looking for a helping hand, start with your own arm

Wehy, gbek in the instrumental
An applause for yourselves, haha
December fifth, two thousand always
Maracay, Venezuela
The roof, the wise school
South America and our entire America
From the heart to the real