Hey, if you think it's a joke, then take it, take it
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I'm wielding my pen around this area
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And if you look out you'll see how there's plenty
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Songs and works that are worth more than what they charge
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and it's better
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that you understand and learn
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To not support your security in your garments
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Because if you lose everything
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So what are you left with?
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If all you have is
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Just decorations, what a pity
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Really how sad it sounds like condemnation
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That you base life on only material shit
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Nothing special can be bought
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As the little prince says:
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"The essential is invisible to the eyes"
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That's why I sing a choir like spoil
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Trying to get everything out of me
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That to which we are accustomed
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To be citizen chess pieces
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(CHORUS)
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You have to get everything clean and fresh
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I offer you a dispossession song
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Well there is no excuse
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To not make the attempt
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Change your life of context
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That to get everything clean and fresh
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I offer you a dispossession song
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Well there is no excuse
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To not make the attempt
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Change your life of context
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And it is that I do not go with the social life, lottery
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Protected by fate every day
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Down there in the sheer face of work
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There are wrinkles of tiredness
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But keep giving the cut
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Because it's expensive, living this moment is expensive
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And of course, with the credit
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everyone hysterical
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Having it all plus owing it all
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And it's already to 'gastau' before
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Pay day arrives
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No way, you have to walk on your elbows
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You have to go around denying favors
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values are lost
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The "I help you my brother" is lost
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Well, I only work to pay
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And give myself the luxury of spending on more slavery
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More work, I hardly fit in here
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I find it frankly absurd to be living like this
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This routine life is not for me
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I don't want my banking situation to rule my life
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Precarious situation portends me
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Sour life and it's not my area
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I am fanfare and joy
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Although sometimes I forget
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But I always put resistance
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And my passion does not kneel
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I lift the bembe e' below and the chin
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To reaffirm that being screwed doesn't humiliate me
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It does not lower me, it does not stop me and it does not take me away
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The ability to sing what stirs me Because…
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(CHORUS)
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You have to get everything clean and fresh
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I offer you a dispossession song
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Well there is no excuse
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To not make the attempt
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Change your life of context
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That to get everything clean and fresh
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I offer you a dispossession song
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Well there is no excuse
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To not make the attempt
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(Change your life in context.)
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Ahh. |
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So, between the hustle and bustle of daily life
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and the problems
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We forget that we are human
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And that blood runs in the veins
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That this system is too big
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Where many get rich
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And others are starving
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And the routine of your life takes over (ahh...)
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Pupils are polluted with blindness
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The true stories are hidden from us (why)
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At the convenience of the system, schools
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Freedom of expression with a gagged tongue
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Well the media keeps us
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The anesthetized consciousness
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Editing the news, who argues with them?
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That is why it is not convenient for the people to be educated
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That's why I say that...
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(CHORUS)
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You have to get everything clean and fresh
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I offer you a dispossession song
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Well there is no excuse
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To not make the attempt
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Change your life context…
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That to get everything clean and fresh
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I offer you a dispossession song
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Well there is no excuse
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To not make the attempt
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(Change your life life...)
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Change your life, get rid of that bad vibe
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My rhyme is necessary in your diet
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What is pure fiber
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Don't get confused by the vacilón, I'm not opposed
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But the excess has your brains
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Full of fungus
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And it's not that I (me!) want to guillar myself as the most serious
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But you have taken the express route
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The graveyard in a mental war
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The one we live in today
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reality is in your face
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But you still don't see her
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You ask why you have stress
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Why do you visit the psychiatrist once a month?
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Why do you walk like a zombie?
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Always medicine
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Why do you depend on pills and always pelau'
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They breastfed you with coupons
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And now no one bends the loin
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And maybe you end up in Iraq handing out lead
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Meanwhile, I control myself with balance
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I make hearts out of guts, with whatever I can get
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Well it's uphill
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How to fight cancer
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But ready pa' take it out 'the
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Park when the chance comes
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The future looks dark that's why I always smile
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And I'm usually optimistic because the sky is the limit
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From where my sister, aunt and grandfather bless me
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And I'm going forward, calm and patient
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aiming for the stars
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Like Clemente himself
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From borinquen we shake the planet
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When the great Carlos Arroyo
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He shook his shirt
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In front of those who put us
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Of inferiors and that same day
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They took what was theirs
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(CHORUS)
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You have to get it all clean and fresh (fresh)
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I offer you a dispossession song (uhh)
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Well there is no excuse
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To not make the attempt
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Change your life of context
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That to get everything clean and fresh
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I offer you a dispossession song
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Well there is no excuse
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To not make the attempt
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(Change your life in context.)
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You have to take everything out, everything clean and fresh
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I offer you this naughty text, my verse
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To see if you struggle with that
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Look what to get everything clean and fresh
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It doesn't take that much effort
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So easy I present it to you.. |