Soy un hijo de Borikén Jíbaro thru and thru Aunque naciera en la luna This statement would be true Ancestors living in me Reminder of who I am I yearn to one day Lay my body in these lands En el campo o en el metro In the mountains or at the beach Mi cultura y mi gente Are always at my reach My roots go deep Anchor me to this place Fighting to stay alive From people who want it erased Puerto Rico sin Boricuas They want to make it so Borikén is everlasting We won’t ever let it

I hold on to the illusion of us like Americans hold on to the illusion that we’re free My words of love and desire infringed like my first amendment rights My fight for you as intense as the fight for the rights enshrined in the constitution You deny my right to love, to vote, to have gender-affirming care, to make choices for our bodies, To make choices for who we want to marry, to make choices on how we want to fucking live I let my walls down and you erect yours like a sou

Young bori boy No sabía su voz, no tocó un microphone Soy un nene producido con perreo y con sazón Su música siempre me ponía en mi zone...