Residente, the first time we met was in Puerto Rico. Your mother was in the room, she took one look at me and said: «Tú tienes que ser nieto de Wisin Miranda» I said: «That's right. How did you know that?» She said: «¡Pero nene, tienes la misma cara! Mira, tu abuelo Wisin y mi mamá eran primos hermamos. You two are cousins.»
Primo, tú y yo descendimos de Gilberto Concepción de Gracia, fundador del Partido Independentista de Puerto Rico. Abogado de Pedro Albizu Campos en Nueva York.
Nacimos con revolución en las venas
Entre ritmo de bomba y plena.
Y estamos conectados en las malas y en las buenas.
Now check it
A little blood, a sample of saliva
Send it to the lab and get it back and see them try to
Declassify a deoxyribonucleic acid just from one fiber
Scientists can separate a strand
Tell you what percentages descendants you long to understand
Send you to the land of oyster and sand
A map of the world in the lines of your hand
And you'll find what you plan isn't quite what you get
You will cry in the rubble with children
To remind you to struggle and strife that the trouble with life
Is that life isn't done with you yet
And yet, you would make music
Make something new from the rhythms and defuse it
Forth and beyond the images in the news
If you can produce it
Your dreams are lucid
When you spit
Keep the horizon siempre pa'l frente
Open our eyes, let you rimes be the fuente
Cambia este mundo profundamente
As our global artists and residents
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