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A song from Immortal Technique new album The Martyr

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Immortal Technique]
New to the world, fresh out the barrio, I was an outlaw rebel. Out of my mind, young and wild, my existence defined in one word: Survive!

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
If it could be sold, I can sell it, If it can't, that's cool
I'll fix it up make it look good enough to catch some fool
It started when I was young with my genesis games
He traded me John Madden for . . I don't remember the name
But it was weak though, the streets though, they play with perico
So Tito became my hijo, he had cheap blow
And each o like three, four times, I flip one
But it's evil, the people I deal with a stick none
With big guns, _______ that diesel never change
The curties still nod like they agree with everything
The weed ain't the same, all the colors is new
It ain't just green, the haze is purple and them berries is blue
I don't care if it was pink, as long as they still smoking
I had them bags packed until they damn near open
The hustle's in my veins, I could bleed in a pot
And make a soup that'd go for 10 dollars a pop

[Immortal Technique]
In la calle, on a collision course with incarceration, consumed by the lies of the streets, they were an illusion but I awoke, caged like an animal

[Verse 2: Pumpkinhead]
They got me locked in a cell where I'm feeling like an experiment
My spirit sharper than lasers they used to build pyramids
Writing on the walls keep me sane
Knuckle push-ups on the concrete, till I bleed out the pain
Thoughts of my freedom lingering in my brain
I'm stronger and much quicker I appreciate the gain
Building with my _____, brown power reunite
Tattoos of my flag, PR pride Jesus Christ
But I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy
So when I'm free I'll teach and spread the speech
Of how they try to divide us (to make us weak)
Find us (and break a piece) So I gotta
(To make a peace) honest (I play for keeps)
This is the life of your forefathers that fought hard
Four corners of backyards, power in numbers
So they subtract us and add bars
If they want it, we gonna take 'em to war
We not a gang or a clique, we Young Lords!

[Immortal Technique]
I came to my senses, un esclavo no soy, that is not my past, I came to know me and my people, red brown and black, helped me paint the future

[Verse 3: CF]
The world got a template, to turn us into inmates
Caged in a state pen, Man, fuck going to Penn state
Bonded to slave ships to punch in your timecard
Walk my oasis spacing jungle behind bars
Got my epiphany like Malcolm X
Prison to the bricks, but I'm stuck in this global house arrest
I'm a free man so I changed my mannerisms
This Greenspan system wanna dent my activism
Estilo machetero get my people out the ghetto
21st century grito de alar estate quieto (stay calm)
We vocal minorities, no pookie man trail
Guess the local authorities to be the Ho Chi Minh trail
From robbing bodegas and boosting like low-lives
The medium figures choking the four five
Revolutionary gangsters in your presence
Trying to dead us with cancer, through chemical testing!

[Immortal Technique]
Unidos por fin! We seize the time, free at last, learn to love, live to fight, not just for me, but for others, teach the new blood, and live for freedom!
[Verse 4: Immortal Technique]

I survived the COINTELPRO assassinations
AIDS epidemic crack era fractured a nation
The interpretation of American democracy
Is best exemplified in its foreign policy dichotomy
I live a double-life of political philosophy
But revolution follows me, the struggle for equality
Against the morally bankrupt, claiming to be born again
It's a civil war again, like MS-13's origin
Banned ethnic studies claiming our culture will swallow them
But you can't conquer people and build a country on top of them
And then feel offended that they breathe the same oxygen
Your family values lack the wisdom of Solomon
But Operation Condor and Operation Bootstrap
Are Poly Sci 101 research for the New Jack
It's hard to reach, Communist Utopia tomorrow
When your hands are in a fucking glass jar like Che Guevara

Forget the distorted historical facts you were given
Slave trade was the capital for Capitalism
Trapped in a prison mentally, dying existentially
Separated from people you can't see yourself to be
Then racially integrated into a burning house colony
Of an empire, economically burning out
Can't win a debate, so they sponsor every threat to me
I wonder if Agent 800 is standing next to me