MANIFESTO FREESTYLE

Argentina has a lot to say
Politicians give orders, the streets speak, the people protest
We, the youth, are the ones holding the reins
We are the soldiers in this war against injustice, repression, and inequality
Codes on the walls of the neighborhoods, on the cardboard that also serves as sheets
In the garbage that is also food, in the bloodstains on the sidewalk that today are just dried tears
The sirens awaken reality, prejudices, the search for the innocent
Argentina, with its folklore and history, its remnants of dictatorship
Its memories of those who are no longer here
The randomness of the dice in Monopoly
Argentina is fighting
Through music, the youth and adults raise their fists without fear of censorship

The poor cry out for equality, the prisoners for justice, the politicians for forgiveness
The war calls for love, the neighborhood screams
For better or worse, through our means, we are fighting with ourselves, sacrificing what we have and what we don't in search of peace
There is no difference, in the struggle we are all one, no matter who you are or where you come from
Argentina is present, from protest to celebration
For better or worse, it is our reality, we are all made of earth, of blood
For better or worse, the kids are present and we will explode the bomb from within
You know, haha

Fresh, fresh, daring, motherfucker (boom!), I'm still alive
Turning shit into gold, following my heartbeat because
I move forward, always constant
From the LB, from the immigrant neighborhood
Oh, mommy, I have already risen from the LB
I'm a damn son of a bitch, if I speak it's because I know what it's about
Turning shit into my immediate
When I walk through the neighborhood, I'm the rat killer
I take out the AK, I set them on fire
If they want, I'll start over because I'm Diego

Motherfuckin' nigga, I know I always arrive
I know I can do all the shit I sow
Because the seed I sowed years ago sprouts (what?)
And now we're flexin', does it seem strange to you?
I'm not stingy, we climb step by step (what?)

Son of a bitch, I score goals through the pipe, huh
For all the kids from the street
I rise from the shit, out of the nightclub
Because we're not here anymore, we're on another planet
That's why even the Martians respect this shirt

I don't know if it's right or wrong
But I represent the same, ha
What a great theme Jump, friend, Kris Kross, we have to do one like that, Tati
Here, friend (yeah)
Thanks, bro (enjoy it)
How great are the guys, man
We have to do a theme like this, like Kris Kross
The kids teaching how to rap