So Called War Rico Pabón Verse 1 It's like 1984, frightening non stop war, and the enemy changes every day so no one knows for sure, might be someone from overseas, might be the girl next door, with a loaded .44 you can't trust anyone anymore, ‘cause fear rules the globe, shore to shore, like never before, and everyone wants to blame someone, but no one is keeping score and mother earth pays the price, ‘cause how we’re drilling her to the core, and the politicians get richer, ‘cause all of them are just whores, they want more and more, so they keep on letting the corporations treat the world like it’s their candy store, and everywhere they do business they just shittin all on the floor, they land, they spread, they feed off the life just like a mold spore, and they seem to appear everywhere, before and after the war, and those with the government ties be the first in line to be drilling offshore which construction conglomerates profited cuz they got it on the ground floor, of every so called war. They wonder why we don't believe them, just open your eyes you'll see the reason, trust, it's hotter through all of the seasons, it's the destruction of the garden of eden. Verse 2 Who's in the pockets of conglomerates today? it's hard to say, but there's a few who seem to never ever hear a nay, and no matter what common sense or what the masses of people say, they go on and do what they wanna do and they do it with no delay, and the congress is in kahootz, cause they send troops to clear the way, for those who will make a profit off of the murder and foul play. the lords of war, who build and sell the drones of death and dismay, make billions of dollars rebuilding what they helped to blow away for a few more greedy people to see a huge payday, and they make no secret of it, you can read their dossier, and they take no responsibility when the bullets go astray no, not in the middle east, not even in the USA all of the world's children, who have fallen victim, it is for you I pray, and those who are left behind to find a way out of this disarray bullets spray where children play, and all they do is hit the floor, in this so called war Verse 3 Who are the ones who claim the earth as their property, but treat her improperly, and possibly take over the planet with a food monopoly, now follow me, scientist sloppily modifying plant genes, to produce produce that won't reproduce, now what does that mean? you see, he who controls seeds controls the whole of humanity’s needs if they murder off all of the bees the world could be brought to it’s knees GMOs are causing their death, birth defects and disease, and the effects upon the planet are like a war no one believes it’s hard to see how they selling us food with unnatural DNA, and they don't even have to label it, so you really don’t have a say science fiction up in your kitchen, so we're whittling away, and it's in your baby cereal and it's in your latte, and it's in your fish fillet and even your Perrier, even the oceans are choking, it's a scary, scary day the richest, wickedest men, always seem to get their way, and they parlay for more endless so called wars. Outro Only a wicked man would destroy his place of birth, and threaten the existence of everything on the planet earth who can see a child and place a price on what his life is worth? it's the destruction of the garden of eden. Copyright © 2013 (Rico Pabón) All Rights Reserved

Bless the Children -Rico Pabón Bless them with your love Love is more than words Bless them with your love Love is more than words Verse 1: Sit back, get settled in ladies and gentlemen, this one's for all hues of human; black sugar and brown cinnamon,
 sun kissed, honey, buttermilk and vanilla skinned, this blue planet's own white boned, red blooded citizens
 Whether in a mansion, mobile home or a tenement better believe it now, the Earth is like a house we're living in
 if one wall's on fire the entire ceiling's giving in the heat and smoke will reach and choke the guilty and the innocent some spots are so hot the block's sizzling bullets pouring out of the sky, it's not drizzling With corporations and politicians co-mingling it's no need to guess or wonder why they're not listening
 They've got 99 percent of the pie and still nibbling with a greed for world domination that's just sickening,
 and it’s ridiculous the way they can sell the future of our children for some dividends and them dollars make no sense Bless the children! Verse 2 Bless them with health, knowledge of self and pride
 love, laughter, empathy and compassion for life Bless them with quality time, bless them with positive vibes
 bless them with respect and check what’s being put in their minds
 Listen to their songs, especially if they’re singing along their influence can be strong, so bless them with a sense of right and wrong
 Destructive messages in our songs just do not belong because in a child’s subconscious it becomes a ticking time bomb
 Artists are like farmers of young minds
 so let’s sow seeds and not plant land mines Let’s stop glorifying, cosigning all of this damn crime that has so many of us dropping just like the sands of time
 The negative of how we live is on a rapid climb but it’s not in our nature, it’s by some wicked design A truly free and conscious artist reads the signs and sees between the lines
 and knows it’s not time for nursery rhymes Bless the children! Verse 3 We have to watch what we feed them too because what some of these restaurants serve isn’t even food
 It’s put together in a laboratory and this story is true
 it’s like a Frankenstein in your super sized number two
 Left over bits and pieces of meat never fit to be consumed
 approved by the FDA so it’s safety is assumed Force fed with antibiotics so it’s all up on your children’s spoon
 an overdose of medicine in their food so their bodies become immune
 We’ve got to feed them like we really care
 and learn the meaning of ingredients and even the reason they’re there
 Diseases like cancer appearing out of thin air Blessing our food nowadays takes more than a prayer
 GMO’s and hormones, everyone should be aware
 their side affects are proven, plenty reasons to be scared
 Children are born with their future’s impaired defects once rare, now you find them everywhere
 Bless the children! Love is more than a words,
Love is a verb
 It's what you do and how you treat people while you're living
 and don't we all deserve an equal chance to learn?
 a chance to live and love,
now we have to bless the children
(x 2) We have to bless the children. Copyright © 2013 (Rico Pabón) All Rights Reserved

High Society -Rico Pabón Verse 1 Wow everybody's high now some fly with pride in public while others hide so no one will find out some make any excuse for anything they use some function among us just fine and some just walk around confused and some overuse the green to overcome their blues and some might pop a pill to help them tighten up their screws prescribed by Doctor Who and it’s FDA approved now it’s crushed up into a powder base snorted and chased with booze now those are usually the ones you see on the evening news one minute they’re fine then they lose their mind and blow more than a fuse or do some other madness that not a man can excuse but the doctor was watching not stopping them and knew they were popping them by the twos refilling prescriptions like it’s all they know how to do sometimes even of doctors have their actions too not to mention them politicians who push legislation through to let the pharmaceutical companies experiment on you 1, 2, who got them drugs brand new 3, 4, and you conveniently start wanting more 5, 6, your brain changes and play some strange tricks 7, 8, now you know you got to get your mind straight 9, 10, and you swear you’ll never do it again 11, 12, midnight strikes you’re thinking ‘maybe just now and then’ a dozen ways to cover up your sorrows, to erase your yesterday’s and help you sleep through your tomorrows Verse 2 Caution, because it's also common anybody can get anything, it's like a trip to Baskin-Robbins and any problems you might have there's a remedy claiming to solve it but you might switch afflictions because addiction’s a door that keeps revolving you've got drugs from the street that you inject, snort or eat and you'll find drugs in every corner liquor store and pharmacy let's talk about two or three, some we know to a degree ‘cause most of us have some someone using in our immediate families we know that crack and heroin both cure the desire to live and there so strong that to get it mothers will give up their kids there’s straight coke for the folks that got the dough to blow on blow ecstasy, LSD, PCP, man, I could just go and go then there’s methamphetamines, known as crank, speed and crystal meth make you violent and aggressive like you want to fight to the death and bite through the flesh, there’s Oxycontin, Percodan and Percocet to purposefully make you depressed designed by request 1, 2, who got them drugs brand new 3, 4, and you conveniently start wanting more 5, 6, your brain changes and play some strange tricks 7, 8, now you know you got to get your mind straight 9, 10, and you swear you’ll never do it again 11, 12, midnight strikes you’re thinking ‘maybe just now and then’ a dozen ways to cover up your sorrows, to erase your yesterday’s and help you sleep through your tomorrows Verse 3 So meet Anne next doctors prescribed her Xanax ‘cause she said she felt anxious about the condition of the planet because every time she watched the news, her heart could barely stand it her compassion and anguish mixed with her anger and it made her frantic now Anne was not a fool she saw clearly through the media's antics and paid close attention so she knew the problems were gigantic but everyone else around seem to feel like all was fantastic fast food, slow money, good weed and bad habits she started her dosage and at first it worked like black magic but when she spilled her last few pills she felt so ill she half panicked couldn’t sleep, head pounding, appetite decreased, stomach cramping and she could hear the sound of her own heartbeat she got so suspicious of any knock on the door, started locking herself in bought a Glock, cocked it and kept it in her drawer afraid of her neighbors but no longer bothered by wars get her refills and she still feels more anxious than ever before in this high society I’m so high y’all look like little ants from up here and all I’s trying to find was just some peace of mind now I’m tied up, prisoner to this puppeteer... Copyright © 2013 (Rico Pabón) All Rights Reserved

You Gotta Go -Rico Pabón Verse 1 Take my advice, just drop your mic and back up out the spotlight ‘cause that shit you write is not tight, matter of fact it’s just what’s not right with hip-hop music and life because words cut deeper than a knife now all it takes is a little cheese to separate the men from the mice? and everyone wants a slice, but not everyone has a price why gain the globe in gold when you know when you go your souls the sacrifice let me spell it out in black-and-white, what you don’t lack is appetite but what’s missing is knowledge, wisdom, vision or insight any creative delivery or agility on the mic empathy, compassion, humility, or any basic sense of what’s wrong and right look what you’re acting like, a perfect stereotype, a disposal corporate proto type they’ll just duplicate your ass over night to push more poison upon the youth as truth so they’ll believe the hype and see themselves through someone else’s eyes, he who conceived the lies who deemed us so extremely evil we’ve been demonized so if you’re a poster boy or model girl for their lies Verse 2 If we define a puppet as being attached and controlled by strings and compare that with these rappers who blab about damn near anything as long as there's a dollar or a distant chance to make them famous they'll act shameless and claim it's survival in the game of entertainment a puppet is brainless and hollow, therefore he only knows how to follow and there's a hole where we should have a soul so he ain’t thinking about tomorrow he wears a permanent smile to keep you mesmerized like a pro to guide your eyes and mind away from the ventriloquist running the show the puppet lives in a velvet box, the fox in control clocks all the dough the puppet feels that he’s real but almost everyone watching knows he’s like Pinocchio, and those who know are just laughing at his antics and his Do-si-do but the children have more belief in him than their folks do in the holy ghost though he’s plastic and his spine is elastic and without his masters hand in his ass he loses his magic some of you rappers have turned to puppets and it’s tragic that I have to say to your face that space is becoming problematic Verse 3 Some of these rap cats are more ridiculous than others some are just nasty and tacky some are just plain stupid motherfuckers some are just puppets as we know and others just love to play the hoe and are slaves to the dough honestly, most of those are not even so-so they’ve got no soul and no flow so they suck twice, blow blow, it's time to make it public, fuck keeping it on the low-low Rico Pabón, I stay awake and I don't take no-doze nowadays rappers walk around drunk on stage like they some fake Jo Jo’s grown men with their shirts off, titties bouncing like some yo-yo’s stop rapping about pimpin and lay off of them ho ho’s mean muggin don’t mean you’re thuggin, it just shows me that you some bozos pull your pants up, penguin, you even waddle when you go slow left hand on your waist band and you can’t let go or your pants hit the floor and your ass is all exposed and all of you women hating rap cats, I’m a take aim at your lucky fame because how do you talk about drugging and raping girls like it’s a fucking game, huh? Copyright © 2013 (Rico Pabón) All Rights Reserved

"Father's Day" -Rico Pabón Your smile is my sun your love is my breath your laughter is my favorite song Just to see you shine I dedicate my life Your laughter is my favorite song Verse 1 Early one morning as I opened my eyes your mami kissed me with a smile and said she had a surprise Her skin aglow like the sunshine It was like I was seeing her for the very first time, the way her beauty made my heart rate climb She said excitedly, but quietly "Papi, are you ready? 'Cause we are so in love that love is growing in my belly." And that love that she spoke of was you! Our first baby born, more than just a dream come true And only nine months of waiting, amazing how much you grew, and me and mami too, 'cause all of this was something new It was just us two and now our family's expanding, we're planning your birth and you came like an angel from heaven descended to Earth And I felt my chest burst, a love I never knew existed, a miracle in flesh, yes, a natural mystic I drowned in tears of joy Look at my baby boy! And when you turned your head because you recognized the sound of my voice with your eyes open wide locked on mine, I was awed I realized this was the closest I'd ever been to seeing God It's hard to believe that your sweet old soul chose me I'm honored to be your papi now every day is Father's Day Verse 2 And I remember staring at you in amazement as you slept and there was no feeling better than when you were sleeping on my chest and when you first said "papi", better believe that I wept and I still remember how I felt when you took your very first steps Yes, there are so many memories that my heart will not forget and no regrets every day you make me feel so blessed But you grow too fast! I'd slow down time if it were up to me yet I'm so proud of the young man you're growing up to be You're sweet, sensitive, funny, strong, kind and loyal and any injustice makes your blood boil. Boy, I wouldn't change you for the world you're the beat of my heart and son, your laughter is my favorite song, God's perfect work of art So, I promise to make you smile and to just let you be a child to guide, protect and respect and always go the extra mile 'Cause even when I' tired, I'm never tired of you My first baby born, more than just a dream come true Now every day is Father's Day Verse 3 These words inspired by my first born I wrote for the fathers who don't just plant seeds and leave but they feed and raise them like farmers until they're fully flowered I'm talking fathers with sons and daughters who teach them how to respect themselves now so that they feel empowered and so they feel perfect the way that they are fathers who reach out for their kids and teach them to reach for the stars All of the papi's at the playgrounds and the single dads who are putting it down and the fathers who grew up without their own fathers around Man, we're freestyling, with no example to follow, and it feels great to break the chains and build a better tomorrow! For all the diapers we change until they're finally potty trained and the late nights holding them tight while they cry through their growing pains for every band aid, scrape and sprain for every bed time story that you ever told them even though you were completely drained It is for you that I've penned this dedication Much love and appreciation and you deserve a vacation 'cause every day is Father's Day! Verse 4 I know sometimes it feels like time is moving slow until you stumble across that old photo that shows how much they've grown and when the past comes flashing back you feel sad that those days are long gone when all they wanted was dad So tuck them in at night, hold them tight, never let them out of your sight, teach them to do what's right and not what other people might Let them know that the most important things don't have a price And your presence is the only gift that they'll carry with them all their life Every day is Father's Day Copyright © 2013 (Rico Pabón) All Rights Reserved

Do What U Do -Rico Pabón Verse 1 You'll find the truth hand inscribed by humble scribes of all tribes on clay archives and sun dried, their lines are immortalized through time, Survived the flood, plagues, & the ice age, every stage of humankind, you will find advanced ancient civilizations, even they were using rhymes poetic structure and designs, repetition and rhythms were intertwined to record everything from the history of man, even diagramed how the stars align on obelisks, sarcophagi, pillars and pyramids enshrined with wisdom of many millennia plenty of quotes by the Most Divine or by those who were so inclined to preserve the proverbs and verses with faith as a selfless service so much greater than worthless Earthly riches and glory, telling stories that pre date the churches, who plagiarized and pushed their own versions for a selfish purpose so the truth is burned in stone, so whether it's chiseled or scribbled it stands alone, and once it's cover's blown, it's been known to throw kings and queens right off of their bloody thrones, feel it in your bones, it's older than the Rosetta Stone, written in cuneiform, heiroglyphs, ancient scriptures and ghetto poems, it’s the truth….. Verse 2 Grabbing the mic is a privilege, ‘cause people died for the right to write and recite so you just might want to respect that lineage and begin to see your gift for what it really is, the ability to shift ideas and make 'em traditions now that's the power of a true lyricist to empower the innocent before his hour of deliverance, a lyricist dissipates into mist like a cloud after he's showered the world with sentiments but his text is infinite, while the flesh exists but a minute a wordsmith's a perfect example of freedom 'cause his mind knows not limits so why do I do what I do and when I did what I did, I admitted, I did it? it's simply because the truth will outlive any gimmick or critic, it's physics, and look at the sickness, upon the Earth we're forced to witness corporate interests relinquish life, and extinguish it in the name of business what is this? the future's infused with confusion and recklessness, the youth are seduced by images produced by the same prejudiced rich executives who co opted hip hop and profit from pushing pussy and pistol poppin then profit from the private prisons we end up locked in, it’s the truth! Verse 3 Unball my fists, put down my pen and throw my hands in the sky when the beauty of life in the universe flashes before my eyes conception, creation, the sound of a baby's cry grows into a child's laughter, it's the sweetest lullaby and the seasons change quicker than winter, spring to summertime and their curiosity grows, they start to wonder how and when and where and why their minds bloom and blossom like opening buds in July from inside the womb of the Most High, but these angels don't fly yet, they guide and they change the lives of women and men when they arrive bringing in blessings, teaching you lessons and every day's a surprise look into the smiles of their eyes and you can see the light of God in 'em pure connection to the essence, it reflects in all children I think of all of the people who spread love those who rise above the madness and have had enough the mothers, the brothers and sisters, ministers, musicians the fathers and grandparents, farmers, the fisherman and physicians the Christians, practitioners of Islam and Hinduism, Sikhism, Confucianism, Daoism, Shinto and Judaism, Lucumí, Candomble, Palo, Vodún and Buddhism originated in ancient wisdom and dealt not with divisions real spiritual beings see the beauty and truth in all religions we give praise and work, too, use common sense and intuition we see everyone's children as our own kin and we don't try to own material things so nothing can own them we let nature be, believe that life should be free not under lock and key, not profiting from another man's misery we believe that everything in life should be free not under lock and key, not under lock and key, c'mon! Copyright © 2013 (Rico Pabón) All Rights Reserved

Blessed -Rico Pabón Verse 1 Now, when my mother's father came to a land he didn't know with his young wife back at home and her belly starting to grow and hunger had hit the island so he knew it was time to go so all alone he journeyed searching for a little more dough everywhere he turned it seemed the door was being closed and for some reason employers keep turning up there nose stress and desperation setting in, but before he blows the good Lord handed him a rose now in that rose there was a seed that he planted he took care he watered it never took it for granted and from all of his hard work how his garden expanded he sent home for his love and then the moment she landed he could see the reason of the gift he’d been handed he knew he’d do whatever God and living demanded unconditional love now he can try truly understand it I love it how life works out better than you plan it now I’m blessed Chorus: Life is a blessing, never take it for granted (x2) You made it through the worst turned it into the best, now my foundation is truly blessed You see, every sacrifice you made for me I give thanks and praise 'cause you set me free Verse 2 Now they have a home and the filled it up with children A brand-new life that has been years in the building The joy, the pain, the scrapes, the bruises and how they choose to heal them still working hard so far from where they started but so far from chilling so soon all them little babies start to grow and before you know it they’re having a little babies of their own right around that time is when I made myself known so blessed, here I am Rico Pabón now when I was born my mom was only barely 15 just a baby girl born in a crazy world with big dreams acting independently, my daddy had been split the scene I grew up poor and clean, eating rice and beans, y’all know what I mean New York and CaIi, I was brought up somewhere in between because mami stayed looking for something sweeter than Halloween sometime’s she worked from night to day nonstop, just like a machine so I’m grateful for all of the things I’ve seen because I’m blessed Verse 3 Now when I was growing up there were plenty times that were rough and we lived in many tenement homes not meant for cream puffs and mama was all alone and so she had to seem tough but up her tender love she always seem to have enough now I'm a man and that love is still filling up my cup and with children of my own growing so now I can build them up and give them a foundation that is full of love and trust respect for self and the elders is a must now I can see every experience has meaning and at every crossroad the Creator’s intervening and what seems like accidents is actually him weaving a web of destiny I definitely believe in when I recall the story of my grandfather leaving his home and everything he'd ever known but for a good reason I see my blessings as an extension of his achievements and his greatest lesson was never stop reaching now I’m blessed... Copyright © 2013 (Rico Pabón) All Rights Reserved

Love -Rico Pabón Verse 1 It's nature's most mysterious riddle it's something that comes from within us but everyone still needs a little It only lives if you let it but bet it's always around and it has no hands but can touch you and pick you up when you're down with the power to cure diseases leaving even doctors astounded and without a description you will know when you've found it or rather when it finds you, usually it's out of the blue and it tends to come when you're content and busy doing what you do It came before us and will be here after it has existed millennia preserved in verses and chapters gods and mankind alike through time have all been trapped in it's rapture attracted and captured by this thing that can't be manufactured it's invisible but you see it every day listen to a child's laughter and you can almost see it's face It's the power that towers above it all it's love y'all…… Verse 2 Some think love is complicated some people love love and others think that they hate it some make the mistake and relate it to being infatuated, all of the times they've dated, fell in love and then soon enough those feelings faded love is when that feeling grows and is reciprocated and nor time, distance or absence can eliminate it love is that wonderful feeling of being appreciated and love is a true friend who never shows you an ounce of hatred love is the moment you're holding your first child and the emotion only grows the first time that they smile and they take their first steps and no matter how many years go by, love is the reason tears well up in your eyes every time you recollect love has the power to change the mind of a man by grinding the concrete walls around his heart into tiny grains of sand cuz it's the power that towers above it all you know it's love y'all…… Verse 3 Some say that love is work but I disagree relationships take commitment but love, that comes naturally or it won't! Nope, you either feel it or you don't feel it and if you don't, it's just time to focus on your own spirit cuz love should feel good and love should feel right and love looks for solutions and love hates to fight love is supportive, it is the people who point out your inner light nowadays, in so many ways, what we've embraced is a look-a-like love is not hot sex on a platter it’s not financial success, it's not at the top of the steps of any ladder love is not abusive ever, excuses matter never love isn't pain, as a matter of fact, through the rain it's your umbrella-ella-ella listen up young girls and fellas it's not what you feel for your cars or your clothes no matter what the media tells us It's the power that towers above it all it's love y'all…… Copyright © 2013 (Rico Pabón) All Rights Reserved

Somebody’s Baby -Rico Pabón Verse 1 Ever hear the cries of a mother’s worst fear realized or seen their eyes full of tears and know they’ll never run dry through the passing of the years no matter how hard they try only questions will appear and they will never know why ever try to imagine just how it feels to get by your sky permanently blackened you never said goodbye and since the day it happened time’s just standing still they say time heals every pain I can’t imagine it will can you imagine a rain that never stops in your heart and though you try to maintain it slowly tears you apart have you imagined a pain that can buckle the knees of a father who’s child’s been slain his essence tossed to the breeze ever seen a grown man become a broken puzzle scattered across the floor his heart’s a pile of rubble and his sun never rises cuz his son won’t rise again baptized in a tide of violence that never seems to end… Chorus: another one down the story ends the same nobody knows his name and no one’s blamed but that’s somebody’s baby Verse 2 Do you know how it aches when your daughter’s been taken and you just suffocate every time you awaken and the break in your heart feels like your death in the making and your days are just dark you feel forsaken your soul is shaken you can barely take it tired of waiting you wanna start searching for the Ladder of Jacob do you know the pain I speak of when death sounds like relief when you see no other exit or remedy for the grief can you imagine bearing witness to the theft of the breath of one of your own children innocent and put to death in cold blood in the street cheated and robbed of his life a body under a sheet before his eyes could blink twice can you imagine seeing the footage could your eyes bare the sight would you sleep again at night if the jury decided they wouldn’t indict and would the wound ever mend if your son can’t rise again baptized in a tide of violence that never seems to end… Verse 3 Now imagine the killer carries a badge and a grudge handcuffs and an itchy trigger finger that’s spilled plenty blood but he’s considered a pillar the media shows him love but the victims, they’re quick to make them look like some thugs cuz when it’s, one of their own they sweep it, under the rug and it’s, well known you can easily catch a slug and it’s, almost certain that no one’ll be brought to justice it’s the new Iron Curtain between the people and a system corrupted that’s why the youth feel like, “fuck it” and anyone paying attention feels disgusted society’s lost it’s moral compass or that shit is rusted all of the laws are loveless anyone with power and guns just can’t be trusted how many more must die in a system that’s’ busted where the killers are running wild and the innocent hunted crimes against humanity we can’t defend or we’ll drown in this tide of violence that never seems to end… Copyright © 2013 (Rico Pabón) All Rights Reserved

But Now -Rico Pabón Verse 1 Is it the end of days when crazed leaders act cloned and they hold the power to order unmanned drones over your homes and blamm it, dammit, the planet's been branded a war zone and every boot, bullet, bulldozer and tank is bank owned both sides, every war in time has always been funded by an extra small percentage of people. who could profit from it and as the economy plummets, in come the media pundits to further confuse the public and just change the subject now who are the puppeteers, and who are the puppets here? and why can't we see that the media's just the strings attached to all of our eyes and ears but the hand that pushes us all in every direction; like what to buy, who you should look like, where you should put your attention who will justify a war cry with lies and say it's for our protection who tries to sell it to us so we're blind to their true intentions so uninformed we don't question how the ties all come together now those are the ones at the top who profit from warring forever, but now… Chorus: But now… now, the flames in the sky are rising higher but now… our eyes are open, so we won't ignore the fire but now… our chance for change has come down to the wire but now… I know y’all feel me, so I’m preachin to the choir Verse 2 Is it my imagination or does it sound like Revelation? when human beings have less rights or protection than corporations and crazy, blatant war criminals just get sent on vacations on private jets to private destinations with their families waiting, I'm saying, what place is this? where repeat rapists will get dismissed? and never see a day behind bars, they will not pay a consequence their only sentence might be a sacrament of penance which they believe guarantees their entrance into the gates of heaven so in the end, they're forgiven of sin and not even God will get 'em? while nonviolent offenders are sent to rot in prison I'm talking a million or more people in the US alone, who never hurt another soul, but ain't gonna ever make it home where is this, where I phones replaced eye contact? can't even say hi to these cats cause some of them don't know how to react cuz this military state has got every one of us on edge when every 28 hours the powers that be are just pushing us over the ledge but now….. Verse 3 It's beginning to feel like the final call politrixians whoring, ignoring the writing on the walls corporate interests, big business, they control it all destroy the planet, and planning to rebuild it when it falls but the ocean's tides are rising, so their promises are hollow we're drowning in debt today, but it will be the sea tomorrow. check your watch, the clock will say that time is borrowed. I plan to head for high lands like Kilamanjaro. Truth's a pill that not all want to swallow but still I'm coming to bring the light of the sun like Horus and Apollo and although the heat on the streets seems to increase every week more innocent people murdered by crooked police leaders are selected not elected so you can expect them on on their knees like a fluffer sucking dick behind the scenes I know it's so obscene the way they whore to the lords of war at levels never before seen and feed the flame of this anti freedom machine, but now…. Fists in the sky, now raise ‘em higher Don’t close your eyes to the lies, ignoring the fire ‘Cause even if it feels like it’s been just like this forever we gotta start fighting like it’s 2000 whatever Fists in the sky, now raise ‘em higher Don’t close your eyes to the lies, ignoring the fire ‘Cause even if it feels like it’s been just like this forever we gotta start living like it’s 2000 whatever... Copyright © 2013 (Rico Pabón) All Rights Reserved

Sunrise -Rico Pabón Sometimes I wake up with no type of hope when I know our future’s in the cross hairs of a rifle scope and at any moment we could be struck down like a lightning bolt and people try justifying their ignorance using bible quotes I’ve seen all type of folks fall victim to a system that picks em, plucks ‘em before they ripen and sticks ‘em right in the oven the future burns in a furnace, the flames are fanned by the famous who are controlled by those who promote the ignoramuses to fade our greatness, they Andy and Amos us they put up a fake face to replace anyone that tries to wake us from this long slumber, some of us been under been praying hard but I swear to God, we must have the wrong number I don’t hear no thunder and I wonder why I see no sign of demise of how many of people suffer and just from hunger how many of them die and it’s so very unnecessary, it’s scary this is where we see strangers as adversaries and it’s contrary we share the planet damn it’s the burdens we carry that some poison the Earth like coal mines, and don’t mind the dead canaries we undercut education and over fund military then they run around the whole planet just buggin like Mary Mary unmanned drones turning homes to cemeteries and the media clones either condone or make no commentary and half the country believes these Tom and Jerry’s but that’s a sign of the times we’re living in, where thinking is revolutionary but everyday the sun rises and it’s always darkest in the moments before it become the brightest the winds before storm, the storms before the calm as long as you have breath, left, right, carry on move forward, cuz you might be the final straw the hidden ace in the deck that changes the luck of the draw the final pebble in the pond that helped form a tidal wave or the spark of a flame that molds metal into mighty blades the final push through the barricade, inspiring those too afraid cuz when tyrants reign then the righteous become renegades for simply going against the grain of status quo if status quo is going against us all and the future’s looking so-so being Black is such a no no, my peoples strap on a Go Pro for protection against the po-po my native folks still being mowed down on the low low refugees and immigrants being bounced like some pogos just shipped away like cargo, some reduced to photos shunned like hunchbacks, brown and black Quasimodos in this land of where the dough flows we’d rather keep the doors closed fear and greed are leading us down the road of the dodos but as long as hope’s alive than that’s a no go so I’m riding hard and swingin low just like the Polo logo with a flow that exposes a bozos lies at a moment notice with the weight of the truth that can sink their boatload of bogus, they’re hopeless cuz every day the sun rises shining light on possibilities and surprises and everything can change at the blink of an eye of Osiris when every morning you’re reborn like a lotus into the brightness reaching up to the sky, one of a kind, your soul is so priceless what we hold inside us is worth more than the gold of Midas, it’s timeless and on purpose you were birthed on the Earth’s surface and the moment was so perfect for your emergence, that is certain the light inside you can’t be stolen or purchased confined or defined by mankind or the rules of his churches or the name of lord he worships or the laws that just worsen and worsen daily making it harder just to be a person so put your hand over your heart and feel the boom bap be thankful for the soul in it like old school rap and let that gratitude in you continue to lift you by your bootstraps and join the struggle against a world collapse there’s more of us who want to live than those of them who wish to sleep you gotta decide on your own, are you’re a clone or a sheep? or a miracle walking, leftover dust from a star cuz that’s what you are... Copyright © 2013 (Rico Pabón) All Rights Reserved

She -Rico Pabón Chorus: She’s for real, I can feel it She’s for real, I can feel it In my bones Verse 1 I love her style cuz she’s an original and stands proud in a crowd of duplicates as an individual She keeps her hair simple and treats her body like a temple so any man approaching needs to be respectful And you’ll recognize when you see her cause she shines like a diamond crystals she’s a multicolored social butterfly who loves to mingle she has innocent eyes that twinkle and cute dimples and a flirtatious giggle She’s so amazingly complicated but I’m so appreciative that I wouldn’t trade or change a thing, she’s Gods perfect creation and she’s classy and confident, knows how to take and give a compliment and be recognized as a queen on every continent home grown and humble like the girl next-door, so sweet to the core with a smile that leaves your heart on the floor and she’s just like the moon the way she pulls me nearer because all the way down to my bones, yo, I can feel her Verse 2 And you can tell how she carries herself out in public married or single she is no man's puppet she has dreams and aspirations, goals, plans and calculations and her scales are balanced between hard work and vacation And no hibernation, she sees life as a celebration because it’s only fun if you’re participating and that’s why she keeps a smile on permanent like Krylon and she lets bygones be bygones She’s so over standing and forgiving because she remembers being given a second chance she too has made mistakes in the past and she still has some shame to shed a little stain of pain that stays inside her head and so she’s focused on today instead of when she was young and trusting and misled by many men now she just smiles because she so many miles ahead of them but she so gracious not an ounce of hatred it’s like she was born free outside of the matrix Verse 3 I'm sure you know her she be in the community working with the youth in the streets building unity and she might be that young mother or the one that’s soon to be who switches up her diet and tries choosing healthy foods to eat and feed her baby maybe she be the one who they label as crazy until the day arrives where she paints or writes something amazing she may have some physical disability and that’s all they see but it doesn’t hinder what she achieves She’s been through so much that nothing touches or disrupts her ill flow a true example of a rose who from the concrete did grow and she may be that gray-haired older lady you pass on the daily who went from raising her fist to raising a nation of babies or maybe she’s a stay at home or single mom whose work shift ends at midnight and begins again at dawn she’s every woman like my sister, wife and mom they’re all the bomb, so the world should sing along... Copyright © 2013 (Rico Pabón) All Rights Reserved

Been Too Long (Free Oscar López Rivera) -Rico Pabón Verse 1 Whoa, man, hold up a minute! It’s been so long I can’t remember the beginning. 35 years and counting in prison, already lived a lifetime in the worst of conditions. 12 of those years solitarily confined, hoping that the silence would chip away at his mind. The lack of human contact, the sunshine denied, so the belly of the beast can do exactly as designed. Spiritcide, it’s spiritcide, that’s when your body’s still alive but your spirit has died, DEAD! Killed slowly over time in a cold concrete box 6’ by 9’, and as far away from family and the friends he left behind, so it’s hard to see the light or find peace of any kind. Strip searched whenever the guards are inclined and to think he was convicted of a non violent crime… Chorus: Let him go! Just let him be! It’s been too long, so set him free! It’s been too long since he’s seen the sea. It’s been too long since he’s heard coqui’s. It’s been too long without huggin family. It’s been too long so right now can we show it’s never too late to simply set it straight, open up the gates the people await! Cuando salga Oscar nos vamos pa’l mar, con güiros y panderos para celebrar. Cuando salga Oscar nos vamos pa’l mar, y ya llego la hora de su libertad. Verse 2 And he’s the last one locked from his generation what’s the reason for the freedom block? When he never hurt another soul to be living in a hole at over 70 years old? I gotta let the truth be told if any crime was committed, admit it, he’s paid tenfold. With pain we can’t understand, treated like an animal in a cage and not a man. Handcuffed, shackled, moved around like cattle, all of his basic human rights have been trampled. The lists so long, too many examples. More cruel punishment than any human can handle. A lifetime behind bars is extreme for a crime that left no blood upon the scene. No bodies, no injuries to anyone, this man deserves his freedom, so let him go! Verse 3 Clinton offered him clemency in ’99, it’s almost 20 years later so now you know it’s time to send him home, and just let him be, to let him live his golden years with his family. I ask the president to show some humanity, pull out your pen and end this insanity! It’s been more than 35 years of brutality, longer than most POW’s internationally. And actually, why’s he’s sentenced more years than a murderers? it makes no sense! Is it because he believes in independence, human rights and dignity for all the worlds residents? Or for standing against what he could foresee what’s happening now in Puerto Rico economically? He knew what we all know, it’s no anomaly, call it what you want but they still run it like a colony… Anoche soñe con Oscar López otra vez. Lo vi en la playa mojando sus pies, bajo el sol y sonriente, y ya yo se porque. Anoche soñe… Copyright © 2013 (Rico Pabón) All Rights Reserved Anoche Soñé by Sandra García Rivera Libre libre libre lo ví humilde y auténtico como el moriviví. De aguacero y humedad a darse una limpieza, irreprimible manglar a semillas sembrar cacique resistente, libre como la corriente del Río grande de Loiza, libre como el grito desde el Cerro Maravilla, desde Fajardo hasta Boquerón rodeado por niños, el cimarrón. Libre libre libre lo ví él de la mata, la raíz, chupando quenepas en la plaza de Ponce, bañandose bajo las cascadas del Yunque, como el cielo azul y la rica brisa del mar dando una vuelta lo ví con Tito Kayak, desde la Cueva de Camuy hasta la del Indio Arecibeño se gritan su nombre ¡Oscar! con mucho cariño. Libre libre libre lo ví hijo querido en su país, en San Sebastian una noche de reyes, nació y en su pecho la libertad la llamó, para un soldado de coraje y valor una parranda con panderos y amor, lo ví en las cimas de Jayuya lo ví en Mayaguez cantando truyas lo ví en Lares de rodillas y con los brujos de Guayama encendiendo velas, y como mí bandera de una sola estrella sonriente en el viento yo lo ví, libre libre libre lo ví. Copyright © 2016 (Sandra García Rivera) All Rights Reserved