THIS IS FOR A SCHOOL PROJECT.
Vida (PodrĂa Haber Sido Divino) by K. Jay
Iâm leavinâ you.
Youâve never seen me as equal.
You never treat me like your family
Or other people.
You only judge me.
Not for character
But for appearance.
Itâs apparent
You think Iâm not worthy of respect.
I just donât get
Why you like to push me around.
You treat me like Jenga;
You build me up and knock me down.
What happened to the first time we met?
You said that you loved me,
Now all you do is just shove me
And act like youâre above me.
You call me bummy.
A good for nothing goof of a human.
A waste of space.
A dishrag not worth usinâ.
Itâs obvious you have it out for me.
Thatâs all that I know.
Why, though?
Maybe ask the homeless man down the road.
His guess is as good as mine.
Our future coulda been divine.
Now weâre destined to fued for the rest of time
And nobody knows why.
All I ask is you give me a reason
For all the beefinâ
'Fore I go off the deep end.
As Iâm in this hole, it deepens.
Itâs your response of which I depend.
Vida
PodrĂa haber sido divino.
AsĂ que alguien tenĂa que
Empieza una pelea.
Ahora estamos luchando dĂa y noche.
DĂa y noche.
DĂa y noche.
DĂa y noche.
DĂa y noche.
Iâm leavinâ you.
Donât dare make accusations.
Donât have me look at your face
And let that be the last thing you say when
Weâre together in our last moments.
Before I leave, I want you to know that
Youâre a scumbag.
A piece of tissue that
Belongs in the toilet.
You say itâs about appearance?
I think your mind needs some clearance.
Itâs your lack of perseverance.
Either adapt or get left behind.
Get used to it or be left to die.
I think itâs best if I
Get the knife and cut the bull.
I guess thereâs no point to deny.
Youâre ugly.
A good for nothing broke boy
Who has to mow lawns for a livinâ.
Although itâs not his fault,
The world loves to restrict him
Simply based off his looks.
No, it goes deeper.
I truly wish that were the truth but
You know this isnât true neither.
Believe it or not, I have a heart.
I know Iâm just like you.
I know Iâm just meant to fight you
With no reason or rhyme to
Justify my actions.
No matter,
I still look down on you.
Weâre now it two.
Despite the same community,
We lack basic unity.
Vida
PodrĂa haber sido divino.
AsĂ que alguien tenĂa que
Empieza una pelea.
Ahora estamos luchando dĂa y noche.
DĂa y noche.
DĂa y noche.
DĂa y noche.
DĂa y noche.
I think I know why we canât be together.
Not because of age or weather
Or grades or sweaters.
It is because of how I look.
You think I look funny, donât you?
Oh, wonât you
Cry me a river
As you sing that same old tune.
Thereâs no truth to what you say.
You havenât been honest since the day
We met in the rain,
No.
Now you got me here
With nothinâ to say except
Youâre the reason weâll never be united.
Itâs always been you,
No matter how much you change the light.
It pains me to see you defend yourself
With a pitiful lie.
I see it in your eyes,
For this is merely a disguise.
For, I know what lies beneath,
The reason we canât be together;
As long as you lights look down on dark Puerto Ricans,
Weâll feud forever.
You look down on us
For our skin color and dialect.
We come from the same tribe,
Taino, so whyâs it that
You white Puerto Ricans look down
On those who speak different.
Surely itâs not about wording,
But rather the content within it.
If youâd listen,
Youâd know that this ainât right.
Just because youâre white
Doesnât mean you can pick fights
With those who arenât light
In your own family.
A community that should
Understand unity.
We should be helpinâ each other out
So what with this crap weâre doinâ to each other,
And by association ourselves?
It really doesnât help
Weâre not in the condition to be feudinâ as well.
We all eat pasteles and plantain,
So why canât we contain
This unjust hatred of the people
Of which you relate?
