Mundo Imberbe

I wish the world would stop
People would stop suffering
But people are the worst of evils
Freedom has already slipped away

Few of us stand up
Where being happy comes at a cost
The world wonders as shots are fired
Why doesn't the human race want me?

They want to see me sad and empty
They have more than enough warmth and consume mine
Ruled by people I don't trust
Money doesn't kill hunger or cold

Animals that have gone extinct this century
Because of this senseless race
Brutal racism still alive
TV was made to keep you asleep

And this record won't play on the radio
Because it doesn't talk about sex, it just wants peace
They won't guide the lost
It sounds contradictory, but it's the truth

Easy to control light minds
But they didn't count on us
We raise the flag of real hip hop

Because that's how they want you
To desire luxuries and pleasures
While children die in war
TV only shows what benefits them

Because that's how they want you
Signing all their papers
Getting into debt buying goods
Paying double of what you don't have

Because that's how they want you
To desire luxuries and pleasures
While children die in war
TV only shows what benefits them

Because that's how they want you
Signing all their papers
Getting into debt buying goods
Paying double of what you don't have

Because that's how they want you
Because that's how they want you

Extremists from a sect had burned a baby
Because it was an offering to the long-awaited messiah
Sick from the Bible, but they haven't practiced anything
Religious fanaticism that has implanted machismo

A world where only technology evolves
Consciousness has not risen
Rivers disappear and more children lose their lives
Compared to soccer, that doesn't sell newspapers

Don't ask for equality when you lack it
You have to give it by acting justly
Prejudices will fall when there are no more stars
Only those in the sky and the Earth turns to ash

It's tough to meditate and see the world dying
And to know the cause, that really hurts us
At least me, although it's no longer surprising
To hear young people say: 'real until death'

Real is the one who decides to speak of love to the whole world
Real is the one who barely lives and shares money
Real is not the one who calls women of that gender whores
Where the mothers who bore them belong

Stupid, mediocre, fashion stars
Who don't follow a beat without talking about sex and drugs
Autotune made them big in an immature world
Where not everyone appreciates art

Where not everyone appreciates art
In an immature world