13 mar 2012

El Hip-Hop y la aguja hipodérmica.

¿Ustedes se detienen a escuchar la letra de las canciones?

Yo
no tanto.
Y eso que varias veces las canto y no paro a pensar en qué dicen.
Después, si me distraigo, las analizo.

Y así me choqué con un tema que desde hace varios años se sigue quedando por alguna razón en la ínfima porción de mi cerebro reservada a la memoria de los temas que pasan por una moda.

Cuestión que el tema se llama Where is the Love? de The Black Eyes peas.
¡¡NO SE VAYA!! ¡Quédese, amigo! Que si usted entra a este Caffé es porque la compañía le gusta. Escuche lo que la compañía tiene para decir.

Creo que la letra e intención de este tema es de lo más noble que he encontrado en los últimos tiempos musicales. Puede ud decir que es un invento de Hollywood, puede usted decir que la plata, las bitches, la fama, cardamomo momificado, lo que usted quiera.

Pero lea
y escuche
el planteo que le hacen estos sujetos
a su cabeza.

Hablan del círculo vicioso de las noticias que publican los medios
y cómo eso influye en la capacidad de la gente
de creer
de pensar en un mundo mejor
de calmar estas mentes frenéticas
y meditar sobre la verdad en sí.
Meditar sobre cuestionarnos
lo que nos dicen
el estado de ánimo colectivo que generan
la paranoia, el miedo,
la sensación de que el peligro está a la vuelta de la esquina.
Nos piden que analicemos
y volvamos a creer en lo que importa,
un poco.



Aquí la letra:

What's wrong with the world mama
People living like they ain't got no mama
I think the whole world's addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that will bring you trauma

Over seas, yeah, we tryin' to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here living in the USA
The big CIA, the Bloods, and the Crips and the KKK 

But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you're bound to get irate
Madness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates

Man, you got to have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love y'all

[Chorus]
People killing, people dying
Children hurtin', hear them crying
Can you practice what you preach
Or would you turn the other cheek
Father father father father
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questioning
Where is the love

It just ain't the same all the ways of change
New days are strange 
Is the world insane
If love and peace is so strong
Why the pieces of love don't belong
Nations dropping bombs
Chemical gases filling lungs of little ones
With ongoing suffering as the youth are young
So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone
So I can ask myself really what is going wrong
The world that we're living in 
People keep on giving in
Making wrong decisions only visions of the dividend
Not respecting each other
Denying thy brother
A war going on, but the reasons undercover
The truth is kept secret
It's swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love

Where's the love y'all, c'mon, I don't know
Where's the truth y'all, c'mon, I don't know
Where's the love y'all

[Chorus]

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I'm gettin' older y'all people gets colder
Most of us only care about money makin'
Selfishness got us following the wrong direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria

Kids want to act like what they see in the cinemas

Whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness and equality
Instead of spreading love
We spreading animosity
Lack of understanding
Leading us away from unity

That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down
It's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under
Gotta keep our faith alive 'till love is found



Quote del día: "Te desafío a que encuentres una sola foto de Jim Morrison sonriendo. Te desafío" By X. 

2 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

Can't trust a niggas word.

Mrs. Jane Doe dijo...

Hello, stranger!

The only thing I don´t trust
is conspiracy theories.