A Mi Gente

I want to tell my people
That I have fought in this life
Tell them that in this environment
There is hatred and a lot of envy

In this musical environment
I have had to subsist
Fighting with so many vipers
To be able to survive

Some people thought
That I would disappear
Because I arrived calmly
To conquer power

That I left my brothers there
How sad it made me
To see my mother crying
And my father worried

Some who helped me
In this new beginning
But others pretended
To overshadow me with their strength

I took away your strength
I put out your fire
I sucked your sugar cane
So you don't make up stories

I'm not stuck
People like me
You see, my brothers
I am here present