Tercero, pasame el MATE. Los sin voz, los buscavidas y heros anonimos. Changing our space to make a better lifes for our children and youth. I know this sound cheesy but it is how it is. I really hate how we create our own bubbles of conformity and confort and segregated ourselves from other human beings, so we "think" we are save, until the BOOM BOOM comes up and we all get fuck. Me not like racist war. Erase una ciudad de plastico, de esas que no quiero ver.
Segundo, no dejes que hierba el agua para el MATE My landlord. I've been paying rent for almost one month and I still dont even know the voice of this person. Ah!!. Bush and Chavez in the same room talking about new models of cars. Jah Rastafari.
Cuarto.Ok. Ahora, donde esta la BOMBILLA PARA EL MATE?. BOOM BYE BYE CON EL MEGABAM SOUND!. When I was a young I guess that I could tell you some bands that I really loved, but now, after crazy days and very long night I've been getting too much information. I would say, Manu Chao and Hip hop on Monday mornings to start the week, some Sean Paul on Wednesdays to remember that Life has a RITMO, a lot of good salsa on Fridays with my friend Willie Colon and Ruben Blades, you know, a lot of sounds in perfect conection to your feet and hips. That same Friday at 2 am, some Dancehall is good for your brain. Then you wake up in the morning, playing some DUB to sterilize the bad vibes without sounding hippie. And on Sunday night before sleeping?. Some Angeles Negros to remember our ascestors. Special dedication to the Ghetto musicians and artists from all over our weird, wonderful and fuck up planet. Ah, I forgot to say, this list already changed two minutes ago. That is life. WORDS, SOUND and POWA!!! Gimme a good BASS line and a good BEAT and I'll change the world for you!.
REVOLUCION AND MATE II.
Quinto, echale agua a la HIERBA. El Chavo del Ocho, Chespirito, Dossier, etc. Sabado Gigante con los ojos cerrados...
SEXTO, pasale el MATE a los panas. I have one in specific. El Tunel from Ernesto Sabato. My mom gave this book when I was 8 and I loved (but not my young brother. He pissed on it.)
Primero que todo, mi MADRE que en paz descanse, por ensenarme su propia interpretacion de la revolucion. Por siempre en mi corazon. JAH, el creador del MATE. Simon Bolivar and Super Chango. Maria Lionza and the Doctor Jose Gregorio Hernandez. Che Guevara and Malcom X. Jah Rastafari and Bush (for making our people stronger). El Chavo del Ocho and Condorito. All the anonimous daily heroes that day by day don't forget where they are coming from and stand up for their beliefs. Cheesy again but....... Fucking awesome!.