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Muhammad Ali

'Is all ya keep hearin' it, so long. You no see me a superstar
Man, I don' have time to was'e with your minions an' ting'.'
 
I see your face in front of me, still grainy
From that old black and white TV
My whole family silenced
Watchin' you shape destiny with your two hands
Faster than the eye could see
Mesmerizing
You know what skinny little me, started to strut
Ten years old, suddenly bold
'Cause I resolved to live like my hero in the ring
Be smart, never give an inch, no retreating
And I racked up, respect from teachers, rednecks
And creatures who attack in a pack like insects
Never, seen the like, not before or since
A young prince, and I remain convinced of his invincibility
Athletic agility, virility, still a free spirit
Forever through eternity, stingin' like a bee, Mr. Muhammad Ali
 
I want you to know
You are the original
I want you to know
You are the original
I want you to know
You are the original
 
Your achievements defy belief, from the belly of the beast
Risin' like yeast yo, my release from low self-esteem
Came when I saw you rappin' on my TV screen
Float like a butterfly that describe my walk to school
After fight night, I felt so cool 'cause I was the greatest too
Love of self born simply out of love for you
 
And I knew someday people'll love me too
None of the hecklin' about my black skin got through
I would walked barefoot through Hell for you
It's how, I felt back then an I still do so
Will you accept these humble words of praise?
And my gratitude for those glorious days?
And meritorious ways instilled in a young mind
Skills sublime, yours to mine
 
I want you to know
You are the original
I want you to know
You are the original
I want you to know
You are the original
I want you to know
You are the original
 
I, I, I, I
I want you to know
You are the original
I want you to know
You are the original
I want you to know
You are the original
I want you to know
You are the original
 

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Quelle Surprise

Analysis of the human race in 2011 AD
 
We've got the technology to move forward
We've got the knowledge and the means to build upstream
We've got the technology to go faster
We've got the passion and the talent to make this real
 
We're so fucking adaptable, controvertible
Ducking and weaving from the truth
If it adds weight to the content of our pockets
We'll sit and stagnate with banks and use rockets
To oversee that it's our bottom line
That gets carried to the high seas
Well, quelle fucking surprise
 
If you stand for nothing
You will fall for anything
For anything
For anything
 
If you stand for nothing
You will fall for anything
For anything
For anything
 
We're aware they're trying to take away our dreams
We're aware they're trying to take away our means
 
If you stand for nothing
You will fall for anything
For anything
For anything
 
If you stand for nothing
You will fall for anything
For anything
For anything
 
We're aware they're trying to take away our dreams
We're aware they're trying to take away our means
 
If you stand for nothing
If you stand for nothing
If you stand for nothing
You will fall for anything
 
We're so fucking adaptable, controvertible
Ducking and weaving from the tru...
If it adds weight to the content of our pockets
We'll sit and stagnate with banks and use...
To oversee that it's our bottom line
That gets carr...
Well, quelle fucking surprise
 
We're aware they're trying to take away our dreams
We're aware they're trying to take away our means
We're aware they're trying to take away our dreams
We're aware they're trying to take away our means
 
You are not gonna take away our dreams
You are not gonna take away our means
You are not gonna take away our dreams
You are not gonna take away our means
 

It's my house

Don’t even try to tempt me with the keys of the Taj Mahal
Or the Leaning Tower of Pisa ‘cause I heard it’s about to fall
There ain’t no pyramids or palaces for me
Already got a home, it’s the only place I need
 
It might be big, it might be small
Ain’t no paintings on the wall
And the bed might not be long enough
The neighbours want us all to leave
And they’re callin’ the police
They’d kick us out if they were strong enough
 
It’s my house
‘Cause my house is your house
My heart is too
It’s my house
‘Cause my house is your house
There’s room for you
It’s my house
 
Ain’t no walls you can keep my heart in
Ain’t no walls I won’t lock you out
It’s my house
 
You don’t need a flying pigeon ‘cause you already know the way
You can bring your best friend with you and I’d love to have you stay
We can make some music yeah, we can watch the sun go down
This house is yours and mine, you can always stick around
 
It might be big, it might be small
Ain’t no paintings on the wall
And the bed might not be long enough
The neighbors want us all to leave
And they’re callin’ the police
They’d kick us out if they were strong enough
 
It’s my house
‘Cause my house is your house
My heart is too
It’s my house
‘Cause my house is your house
There’s room for you
It’s my house
 
Ain’t no walls you can keep my heart in
Ain’t no walls I won’t lock you out
It’s my house
Ain’t no walls you can keep my heart in
Ain’t no walls I won’t lock you out
It’s my house
 
It’s my house
 
It’s my house
 
It’s my house
‘Cause my house is your house
My heart is too
It’s my house
‘Cause my house is your house
There’s room for you
It’s my house
 

On a good day

On a good day, when I think about her
I only cry a couple hundred tears
On a good day, when I can't forget about her
I can dull the pain with just a couple beers
On a good day I can even fake a smile
When somebody says I'm gonna be ok
But as you can plainly see
I'm not havin' a good day

So set 'em up
Here's a hundred dollars, keep 'em comin' Joe (whoa whoa)
When I've had enough
Call this number and my brother
Will pour me in his car and drive me home
On a good day, I become the kind of man
That even I can barely tolerate
And as you can plainly see
I'm not havin' a good day

On a good day, I would never crash a party
Knowin' she'd be there with someone else
And on a good day, I would have stopped before I started
To make a major fool of myself
On a good day, I'd been quick enough to duck
Before her new love punched me in the face
But as you can plainly see
I'm not havin' a good day

So set 'em up
Here's a hundred dollars, keep 'em comin' Joe (whoa whoa)
When I've had enough
Call this number and my brother
Will pour me in his car and drive me home
On a good day, I become the kind of man
That even I can barely tolerate
And as you can plainly see
I'm not havin' a good day

Yeah I only see you Joe
When I'm not havin' a good day
No I'm not havin' a good day

La poesía es un arma cargada de futuro,

Cuando ya nada se espera personalmente exaltante,
mas se palpita y se sigue más acá de la conciencia,
fieramente existiendo, ciegamente afirmado,
como un pulso que golpea las tinieblas,
 
cuando se miran de frente
los vertiginosos ojos claros de la muerte,
se dicen las verdades:
las bárbaras, terribles, amorosas crueldades.
 
Se dicen los poemas
que ensanchan los pulmones de cuantos, asfixiados,
piden ser, piden ritmo,
piden ley para aquello que sienten excesivo.
 
Con la velocidad del instinto,
con el rayo del prodigio,
como mágica evidencia, lo real se nos convierte
en lo idéntico a sí mismo.
 
Poesía para el pobre, poesía necesaria
como el pan de cada día,
como el aire que exigimos trece veces por minuto,
para ser y en tanto somos dar un sí que glorifica.
 
Porque vivimos a golpes, porque apenas si nos dejan
decir que somos quien somos,
nuestros cantares no pueden ser sin pecado un adorno.
Estamos tocando el fondo.
 
Maldigo la poesía concebida como un lujo
cultural por los neutrales
que, lavándose las manos, se desentienden y evaden.
Maldigo la poesía de quien no toma partido hasta mancharse.
 
Hago mías las faltas. Siento en mí a cuantos sufren
y canto respirando.
Canto, y canto, y cantando más allá de mis penas
personales, me ensancho.
 
Quisiera daros vida, provocar nuevos actos,
y calculo por eso con técnica qué puedo.
Me siento un ingeniero del verso y un obrero
que trabaja con otros a España en sus aceros.
 
Tal es mi poesía: poesía-herramienta
a la vez que latido de lo unánime y ciego.
Tal es, arma cargada de futuro expansivo
con que te apunto al pecho.
 
No es una poesía gota a gota pensada.
No es un bello producto. No es un fruto perfecto.
Es algo como el aire que todos respiramos
y es el canto que espacia cuanto dentro llevamos.
 
Son palabras que todos repetimos sintiendo
como nuestras, y vuelan. Son más que lo mentado.
Son lo más necesario: lo que no tiene nombre.
Son gritos en el cielo, y en la tierra son actos.