Ovejas Negras

I'm my grandma's pride
Who's my family's shame
You call us the black sheep
The weirdos, the losers

The last in line, the ugly duckling, the traitors
But we are the fiery look
In your dull eyes
A lump in the throat

The vocal cords of the silent
The lyrics of the illiterate
The censored translator
The verses on the street

The memory of burnt books
We are the flower on the sidewalks
The crack in your asphalt
We are the burdened shoulders

Hands raised high together
We are the pawn without a king
Checkmate on the square board
The speck in the eye

The stick in the wheel
The stone in your shoe
We are the witches you burned
The seeds you poisoned

The garden without spring never parked
Every time you insult us, you become less of a man
Every time you take away from us, you become a little poorer
You're afraid of the difference, of the dissonant notes

We are the forbidden kisses, pressure gives birth to diamonds
We are, we are
We are of a thousand colors among dull eyes
We are, we are

We are the invisible ones, you will see us very clearly
We are, we are, why stay silent if we were born screaming
We are what we are, we are what you don't see, but here we are
The different, the forgotten

Different, we are water far from the source
We turn maybes into forevers
Yesterday innocent, serving a sentence
Today the obscene freedom of the brave

We are the inspiration, the art, the poem
We are the solution, that's their problem
We are poison in the veins of mediocrities
We take every emotion and go topless

Yesterday we were the silence of the lost
Today we are bombs that amaze your ear
The green dogs, the geniuses, the timid ones fear us
If today we are no less than phenomena

We are the country that doesn't appear on your map
We are the cream of the crop
No one ties us down, nothing kills us
We are rats on your altar, a new avatar

The geek empire strikes back
We were weird kids today
We fly free
We were Lorca, Basquiat, Spielberg

Yesterday dreaming alone at our desk
Today they ask for half, we give triple
We were the tightrope
Now we pull the strings, we know the truth

We tell you
We learned those things no one teaches you
We don't fit in your box, it's so small
Before they silenced us, now they ask for our photo

We are the gum on your sole, your torn pocket
Those crazies talking calmly
We received punches, now our hand saves you
We are the ones sprinting for your indifference

Those who toast to the difference
The pack hates us for having our own light
And that shine can't be copied
We are, we are

We are of a thousand colors among dull eyes
We are, we are
We are the invisible ones, you will see us very clearly
We are, we are, why stay silent if we were born screaming

We are the oddballs, the green dogs, the outcasts
We have the world in our hands
We are the oddballs, the green dogs, the deviants
We shoot what we imagine

We are the oddballs, the outcasts
Black sheep by your side
We are pure imagination
Our weapons

The paintbrush
The guitar
The word shooting hard
We are everything you didn't want
But today you sing our songs
Read our books
Dance if we play