To begin with, if the word "democracy" means: "government of the people",
then, which one of you shows your face and explains to us?
Why when the people below need
good access to health and education, the picture is complicated?
With so many interests involved, there is no patient who resists.
playing chess they use us…
and at the cost of the misery of the sacrificed pawn, Babylon becomes rich.

I am not afraid of the evil one because, I self-enlighten…
with the light that the Christ of the poor neighborhoods and the rancherío gives me.
And I have walking, always in silence, next to me, the souls of the fallen martyrs.
No one taught our parents to dream for our land...
Because they instill fear, consumerism and conformism,
from boys, so that no one notices,
that this beautiful country is for sale.

Therefore, organizing the action from a communal congress is necessary,
If we want “true democracy”,
in a country where political parties,
they keep most of the town apart.
It is clear… joining, represents the first step…
and the second is to try to follow a new course,
without any state intervention.
So the third step is obviously
“take charge” of taking care of what has been achieved.

 We facing each other at the table, while they celebrate,
With the left and the right, they manipulate ideas.
Vote for the same old ones every four years,
It is not doing your duty, nor does it make you a good citizen.
If we say that this poverty wage is unfair,
They chase us like the dog, the kennel chases him.
And if we don't join their partisan circus,
They insult us… and with mockery they minimize.

While we are educated in schools that do not teach how to really think,
because without critical thinking, you cannot assume,
Not even this harsh reality
that they themselves condemn us to look at, head on.
Because they don't want you to wake up,
they hinder education, and fill our history books
with obvious lies.
That is why it is best to inform yourself, always…
the “self-taught” soul prevails.
*Our rights have always been conquered, by fire and blood...
And now, we are the revenge that the ghosts of those heroes were waiting for,
fallen before the enemy fire, in another war of the empire.
Although sleepy people live still, in modern comfort...
You don't wait for the shrapnel to reach your sidewalk...
Throw us an idea... give us a proposal, however simple it may be.
That we are going to continue fighting.

In a state protected by nationalist monkeys…
and by soldiers with a coup record.
The European dream that Adolfito did not achieve...
the first world is a huge concentration camp.
Media, disguise innocents as guilty,
to change my mind.
But if I read between the lines, I see with the naked eye...
Who is the sepoy? Who is the terrorist?

TRIPLECé - El Alma Autodidacta Prevalece

watch out! when your capitalism collapses...
Which side will you be on? Let's see... tell me where
When the powerful run out of options...
And parade flower crowns.
watch out! when your whole castle collapses...
And give you what belongs to you.
watch out! when the time comes...
And you have to pay for everything you stole from your people.

Let's see, you think you're so smart... let's see... tell me...
Where the hell do you think the root of the crime is hiding?
The bad herb, which flourishes and does not die out, where is it...
the bad example, for our kids?
We are tired of telling you that we are already rotten...
That they come to lie to our faces and nobody hears the cry.
If each people has the ruler that is deserved...
Surely we did something wrong.
The banner of the "red shield" is the one that waves,
between the lines of the enemy army, preparing for war.
But when the gale, enraged, wakes up...
Boss… there is no one to stop him!!!

TRIPLECé - B. D. J.

2016… Triplecé again…
From the melting pot...
Waking up from the ancient torpor...
Argentine province of Chaco…
Four Horsemen look at us all, from above. (Intro)

I don't want to sound like the pastor,
that speaks to us of love, to be filled with money…
While charging the poor, this message of hope...
And with almost no real work, a beautiful house is built.
That way, he profits from the bible...
And we see how the capital of his family grows.
And I always say that life is my only living God...
The day I leave, I will continue to be by your side, as before I came.
I feel so grateful, for saving me from the reaper...
For giving me a reason to live with the truth, in this charade.
He used to be one of his worst enemies.
Now I am a soldier of the pacha(Heart)… we are redeemed men.
Like swords forged in the fire of destiny.
Even pain becomes a treasure,
when we assimilate what we have learned.

 I want that deluge to come and clean up all this shit...
Because there are many people here who do not deserve this sentence.
Four more years throwing pure punches in the air...
Without suffocating the focus of the fire, the fire cannot be extinguished.
The wheel of history remains firm with its course...
like an equation, whose only and faithful result is the future.
The roof over our education is slowing down and turning off consciousness.
Everything we learned is not taught by manuals that come from the state.
We no longer believe in anything, without having investigated, contrasted,
Discussed, discarded or applied.
To form our own scale of values…
We do not take the example of millionaire entrepreneurs,
but of the fighters.
Because we know that it is the fault of those “gentlemen”,
We cannot live in better times.


That you start insulting us is not going to bring us any solution,
Not even we can get anything, fighting with you.
When you dare to speak in a civilized manner...
And defend your position with arguments, without having to go to punches...
We will be able to reach a good agreement that will serve human posterity.
And if your Christ once forgave me… Ho! You are nobody, to tell me no.
I write what the soul of the people already knows, and I'm not doing anything,
because I am an instrument of force,
that takes me, that fills me and that speaks to me.
Everything is very different when you live with empathy,
Knowing that we all have a life story behind us.
When the human is born and grows without finding a guide...

I want that deluge to come and clean up all this shit...
Because there are many people here who do not deserve this sentence.
Four more years throwing pure punches in the air...
Without suffocating the focus of the fire, the fire cannot be extinguished.
The wheel of history remains firm with its course...
like an equation, whose only and faithful result is the future.
The roof over our education is slowing down and turning off consciousness.
Everything we learned is not taught by manuals that come from the state.
We no longer believe in anything, without having investigated, contrasted,
Discussed, discarded or applied.
To form our own scale of values…
We do not take the example of millionaire entrepreneurs,
but of the fighters.
Because we know that it is the fault of those “gentlemen”,
We cannot live in better times.
 
Dedicated to those who dream of living like in high school...
Drinking fine wine of the most berreta,
with grapes grown in Argentine vineyards,
But from foreign brands.
For the one who turns a blind eye to poverty,
For defending another creeping and shameless party...
That takes ninety percent of our work...
to tax havens for their accounts.   (Google traductor, buuu)

TRIPLECé - Piñas Al Aire (Punches in the air)

TRIPLECé - En La Retina De Mis Ojos

I know that no one remembers, or knows as I do,  
the light green of her eyes, when they look at the victims of love.
I made a little path of kisses, in my passage through her body... 
That brings her back to where I am.
I feel my body resting, when it's with her...
Like surfing amused, on a river of stars.
To make every millisecond eternal...
Slowly I open my wings... I relax my head...
And pay close attention to what she does... with the touch of her hands... 
With the electrifying brush of her long, blond hair like refined gold....
My eyes recording frame by frame, each scene of passion...
Like that rainy night, in which we made love for a long time. 
How can I forget that precious laugh, that changed my life? 
  If it rekindled my inner fire, one day.

How boring now, baby, to get used to sleeping alone....
After so many nights together in a nest, it becomes very difficult.
The years go by but the memory of you stays with me, stomping on my chest.
I didn't expect that you wanted to share a roof with me... 
And although everything is over, I don't regret what I did.
I thought I would never have a chance...
Until one day, and without thinking about it, you also fell in love.
And it's not that time has made me insensitive,
but that I learned to live basically with what is indispensable.
We know pain since childhood,
and our eyes are not moved by almost anything.
Of the sadness I felt when you left... 
I don't blame you baby... and I don't regret saying to you:
"Thank you, for having passed through my life.... 
your cherry mouth heals all wounds".
Every time (time) that you show up (hey)...
knocking on my door, I see you so much prettier than the last time. 
It was my condemnation and blessing your beauty.
A heart, for which I hold the master key.
The addictive medicine, that abstinence generates in me,
Always, wherever I go... as fiery, as if you knew me.
I couldn't find anyone, no matter how far I went ....
Who follows me all the show .  
I knew how to wake you up, with a song written for you...
And I gave you back in return, three times what you gave me.
I was the lover, who always told millenary stories, 
until you fell asleep and I stood guard, so that you would be healed.
When I thought of you from afar,  
you immediately wrote or called me, as if you were listening to me...
With a kiss on the cheek, my ghost would wake you up at dawn. 
 
I know that no one remembers or knows me as well as I do,  
the light green of your eyes, when they look victim of love.
I made a little path of kisses, in my passage through her body... 
That brings her back, to where I am.
I feel my body resting, when it's with her...
Like surfing amused, on a river of stars.
To make every millisecond eternal...  
Slowly I open my wings... I relax my head...
And pay close attention to what she does... with the touch of her hands... 
With the electrifying brush of her long, blond hair like refined gold....
My eyes recording frame by frame, each scene of passion...
Like that rainy night, in which we made love for a long time.
How can I forget that precious laugh, that changed my life? 
If it rekindled my inner fire, one day.
Don't listen to what people say... 
if they don't dare... they don't dare, not even to meet you.
They are afraid of everyone and they fill their heads, 
chewing on the verse they see on TV.
You always give free rein to your rebellious spirit. 
Go and wear the clothes you like, 
Let your soul advise you... don't let them tell it to you.
If one day, all the women of this world, 
would inherit just a little bit of your charm, I'm sure, 
that there would be no beauty salons around anymore...
without makeup or disheveled, “you're the queen of the night”.
 Cunning as a snake... sweet and good lover...
old-fashioned maid, maybe… if she see that don't feel free, she don't feel good.

TRIPLECé - Río De Estrellas (River of Stars)

This is the fifth album from Triplecé. Doing hc-rap music since 2009. Share if you like it. God Bless all of you! 

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