Little Cuban

Little Raysel built his illusions
Built the pillar soon quicksand
Without to know there were people waiting for
To prick the dreams of a smile

*People letting innocent souls filled with illusions
Only to once they arrived the goal, hollow them souls out
Barefoot walking to touch the sun
And once they touched they burned their little foot*

How many times we´ve heard the shouts of injustice
And never someone have did something to shut it
Just being in the cradle they nurse you with scorn
You recently start to open the eyes and they show you the blood

*Chorus

Raysel… we are all the same
But there are people thinking to be superior
And thinking that way is being inferior
Sometimes too many people show their rotten blood
And it´s in those moments in which you must recognize and throw them back

*Chorus

I know your story I know they made you think to can win a prize
And when you finally were one of the winners they denied you
As I have already told you I raise here a shout of injustice
Your reward is “to know” that you won it
And “know” that they were the motherfuckers that don´t give it to you
You will say where is the reward?... It´s in you!

*Chorus (x2)