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I will never stop writing and singing
It's the music that will accompany me on this long journey
To be able to show the realities that some live
And the answers they want to hear

But music must be used wisely
It's a dangerous weapon that can kill
It must be used to help those who are defeated
And denounce the injustices that can harm you
And not to boast, nor to seek
Unjust fights and rivalries among brothers

Today I find myself standing in front of you
Shouting to the four winds with desperation
In the agony of this song that only seeks unity
To do things right and use the rhythm to fight

This is the message and this is the truth
This is the message and this is our truth
Prehispanic excellence and a message that is true

With the guitar, words flow as if they had no restraints
The melody shines like the day full of joys
The rebellion of poetry wrapped in fast rhythms
Processes without excesses immersed in beats and verses

We don't need to make rhythms that hit within the
Perverted universe, maybe we can move
In a reverse process but without stopping singing
About social processes we use real means

We make street rhymes that seek details
Through different paths of the valley and we hope they don't
Fail, we believe in what we do but we understand
That we must give everything we have and more

More than we can always that's why
We are singing songs that show emotions
Visions that don't need drums and boxes
To express what they feel, they don't lie, they feel

Feel how the rhythm enters your body let's
Go far if we walk together
Feel how the rhythm enters your body let's
Go far if we walk together

Now I come and say what happens when people who sing
Don't know how to rhyme and sing to be able
To fight all together because we are brothers fighting
To get out of where we are and that here never
Again we clench our fists

I bring within my message my voice that covers with color
The time of silence to the music my open hand
I bring within my message my voice that covers with color
The time of silence to the music my open hand

Music that pleases and at the same time
Seeks you more to give you the warmth of art
It will never be too late to be able to sing to you that there is
Enough strength to be heard where you never imagined
Melody of the soul your smile

Calm when in sorrow my being walks and to my life you lift it
With your shine I no longer cry like a child