Always dodging the gusts between alleys and alleys Gusts of oppression, prejudice and injustice Everything here turns against dreams and achievements Here the art sprouts From where you least expect it But there are few who throw themselves out of this atmosphere of Lead that is a contrast to the graffitied walls, narrow streets and high stairs How many steps must we climb, to find peace and never give up What price must we pay? Among so many that Resist here's one more, thick hull, vaccinated unusual element I'm here trying to find my way, fighting day by day Even though I'm being persecuted, you can be sure my roots are here But when I leave, my hood, my hands, my slang, I'll take it with me We are survivors of the system Yeah man we are the hope and we won't watch our people The black ones, those who always fight, falling What price must we pay?