Zero Plastica — Mukawama lyrics

Lyrics

Wrap my head with barbwire and walk through minefields without a scratch
Wading through mud crouching, ready for the ambush
VINCEREMOS! like marcos in the fight against the rotten regime
I’ve spent 27 years watching the injustice of the world
Looking at people living luxury and fantasy
I’m stuck in the jungle between life and death
Praying for each other though the weak are destined to fail
Sabotaging tanks organizing boycotts
A wrench stuck in the gear shaft with a view of the mountains
It is the same story, over and over again
The struggle between the rich, the poor, and the powerful
This is a message to all racists and fascists
And all people who exert their power maliciously over others
My resistance exists between the speakers in the dancehall
Sippin' brew, shouting 'Eh- Ohh'
Flag goes up at our shows
Like when my grandfather shouted 'take it' on the mountain-top
Running wild, dodging mortar rounds, but they don’t bother me
My grave has already been dug for me i am inglorious bastard
Fighting for freedom that has been held hostage organize the resistance from
the trenches
Bayonet between my teeth rebels shining like gems or stars
History won’t be forgotten
This goes out those who never gave up
This goes out to those who keep smiling despite it all
This is for those who struggle and fight for what they believe in
This is for those who persevere through the struggle of each day
ONE- for the bricklayer sweating at work on my block
TWO- for the immigrant selling flowers on the street
THREE- for the student who works for companies for no pay
Polluted rivers boats on fire shovels and ropes
Escapes and leaders dig it dirty clothes
Sick, but never leave
Live on board this ship called 'the streets
Like when a BMW passes me by, shaking all the cars
Click clack don’t care about the photo
Cri cri look at his wooden shoes
I’ll set them on fire