Stripped Song

Ey, if you think it's a joke, then take it, take it
I'm wielding my pen in this area
And if you look, you'll see there's more than enough
Songs and works that are worth more than they charge
And it's better
That you understand and learn
Not to rely your security on your clothes
Because if you lose everything
Then what are you left with
If all you have is
Just ornaments, what a shame
It really sounds so sad like a sentence
That you base life on just material shit
Nothing special can be bought
As the Little Prince says:
"The essential is invisible to the eyes"
That's why I sing a chorus like a stripped song
Trying to get rid of everything
That we're used to
To be pawns of the citizen's chessboard.

We have to clean it all up and start fresh
I offer you a stripped song
There's no excuse
Not to make the effort
To change your life's context

And I don't go with the social life, lottery
Sheltered by luck every day
Down there in the pure face of work
There are wrinkles of tiredness
But it keeps on working
Because it's expensive, living this moment is expensive
And of course, with credit
Everyone's hysterical
Having everything while owing everything
And it's all spent before
Payday arrives
No way, you have to elbow your way through
You have to deny favors
Values are lost
The "I help you, my brother" is lost
Because I only work to pay
And afford the luxury of spending on more slavery,
More work, I hardly fit in here
It seems frankly absurd to me to live like this
This routine life is not for me
I don't want my life to be ruled by my bank situation
A precarious situation predicts
A bitter life and it's not my area
I'm fanfare and joy
Although sometimes I forget
But I always put up resistance
And my passion doesn't kneel
I raise the bembé down and my chin
To reaffirm that being screwed doesn't humiliate me
It doesn't bring me down, it doesn't stop me, it doesn't take away
The ability to sing what stirs me Because...

We have to clean it all up and start fresh
I offer you a stripped song
There's no excuse
Not to make the effort
To change your life's context.

So, amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life
And the problems
We forget that we are human
And that blood runs through our veins
That this system is too big
Where many get rich
And others die of hunger
And the routine of your life takes over
The pupils are contaminated with blindness
The true stories are hidden from us
Conveniently by the system and schools
Freedom of expression with a gagged tongue
As the media keeps us
Consciousness anesthetized
Editing the news, who argues with them?
That's why it's not convenient for the people to be educated

That's why I say...
We have to clean it all up and start fresh
I offer you a stripped song
There's no excuse
Not to make the effort
To change your life's context...

Change your life, get rid of that bad vibe
In your diet, my rhyme is necessary
It's pure fiber
Don't get confused, I don't oppose fun
But excess has your brain
Full of fungus
And it's not that I want (me!) to be the most serious
But you've taken the express route
To the cemetery in a mental war
The one we live in today
Reality is in your face
But you still don't see it
You ask why you're stressed
Why you visit the psychiatrist once a month
Why you walk like a "zombie"
Always medicated
Why you depend on pills and always broke
You were breastfed with coupons
And now no one bends over backwards
And maybe you end up in Iraq handing out lead
Meanwhile, I control myself with balance
I make hearts out of guts, with what I have
Because it's uphill
Like fighting cancer
But ready to take it to the park when the chance comes
I'm doing my thing, I trust few people
The future looks dark, that's why I always smile
And I tend to be optimistic because the sky is the limit
From where my sister, aunt, and grandfather bless me
And I move forward calmly and patiently
Aiming for the stars
Like Clemente himself
From Borinquen we shake the planet
When the great Carlos Arroyo
Shook his jersey
In front of those who labeled us
As inferior and that same day
They got what was theirs.

We have to clean it all up and start fresh
I offer you a stripped song
There's no excuse
Not to make the effort
To change your life's context.
We have to clean it all up and start fresh
I offer you this mischievous text, my verse
To see if you deal with that
Look, to clean it all up and start fresh
It doesn't take much effort
That's how easy I present it
To change your life's context.