Venezuela Libre

The champions who take pride in their homeland are fighting in the streets
The victors of the war don’t steal from their own house
A mess of cash with dirt and vice
Father Antonio already said, those who steal bread won’t face judgment

I know hunger kills, but that saying doesn’t sit right with me
I won’t accept this priest in my conclave
Tell me how many times the general sucked my paycheck, mama tough, mama hard
Get the hell out of here, asshole, you bathed in blood

And you want to make my vote your soap
2009, I was 19
One gun, three guys from Maracaibo, no one moves here
The miracle kissed me when the devil came for me
And sent that damn bastard to hell with your lord

You shit on the honor and hope of my people
And wiped your ass on the flag and stole my paycheck
They turned Cadivi into a whore for the gringos, you know
They took it day and night under Chávez’s command

Let go of my flag, your breath won’t move it
You bought your people and the votes you have
Want more or what? I didn’t hear
Your little Chávez isn’t a little chip, brother, I didn’t count you

Everything you shit out of your mouth is funny
Only you don’t see, only you don’t see, tchê tchê tchê