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The song is about the moments of violence in the years of Pablo Escobar in Colombia, and howth that horrible actions marked a complete generation in the country.

Lyrics: Yo nací con mis vecinos

Cuando hablar era un peligro allá en el 73

Y crecí mirando un cielo, que ya no parece eterno

Ni con hiervas ni con fe

Me enseñaron de pela'o, que Dios solo muestra un lado

Y se reza en inglés

De mi casa hasta unicentro, nunca tuve mucho tiempo

Para preguntar por qué

Es la historia de mi generación

Decime a dónde vamos

Mi ciudad ya no es la misma canción

Presiento que este cuento no acabó

Se tomaron la embajada

Se tomaron el palacio

Yo los vi en televisión

Yo tomaba chocolisto

Escuchaba a Lucho Herrera

Coronarse campeón

Cuando ya me enamoraba, las muchachas escuchaban

Disque rock en español

Y las bombas reventaban mientras tanto relataban

Una gran constitución

Es la historia de mi generación

Decime, decime a dónde vamos

Mi ciudad ya no es la misma canción

Presiento que este cuento no acabó

Yo nací con mis vecinos

Cuando hablar era un peligro

Allá en el 73

Y aunque pase mucho tiempo

Juraremos no estar viejos

Para amarnos otra vez.

Juan Almario y Daniela Muñoz

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"No le pegue a la negra" Gabriela Castañeda y Sarai Higuera https://screenapp.io/app/#/shared/t0wd_gFfIV

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"No le pegue a la negra" Gabriela Castañeda y Sarai Higuera https://screenapp.io/app/#/shared/t0wd_gFfIV

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The song “No le Pegue a la Negra” by Colombian singer Joe Arroyo is a powerful salsa anthem that mixes history, culture, and social resistance. It tells the story of slavery in Cartagena during the 1600s, when African men and women were brought in chains by Spanish colonizers. In the lyrics, Joe Arroyo denounces the abuse and mistreatment of enslaved people, focusing on the story of a black man who defends his wife after she is beaten by their master. The phrase “No le pegues a la negra” (“Don’t hit the black woman”) becomes a cry of dignity, respect, and justice, not only for women but for the African heritage and identity. Through its rhythm and message, the song transforms pain into resistance and gives voice to the fight against oppression.

🎤 Listen up, yo, I’m bringing the truth,

In my land violence can’t rule the youth.

No more hitting, no more cries, break the chain,

Respect for women, stop the pain.

🎤 Don’t you hit the woman, let her live in peace,

Her dignity and rights will never cease.

Love means respect, not control or fear,

Hip-hop with awareness, the message is clear.

🎤 We raise our voice, from Cali to the world,

Against the violence, a new future is built.

Equality and justice, that’s the fight we bring,

Together as a people, united we sing.

🎶 Don’t hit the woman, no more pain,

Respect and hope, that’s love’s name.

From the barrio to the stage, we shout it proud,

Colombian hip-hop, we say it loud. 🎶

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Juan Camilo yuyis, La tierra del olvido- Carlos Vives

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Juan Camilo yuyis, La tierra del olvido- Carlos Vives

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Hip-hop Version: “The Land of Forgetfulness”

In the land of forgetfulness, my roots still remain,
Mountains and rivers running deep in my veins.
Voices of my people singing loud in the night,
Holding on to memories, we will keep ’em alive.

This is my land, where my heart was born,
Where the sun shines bright and the dreams are worn.
Through the pain, through the struggle, still we rise,
In the land of forgetfulness, hope never dies.

I walk these streets with my history behind,
Every beat of the drum keeps my spirit aligned.
From the vallenato soul to the hip-hop flow,
We’re telling the world what they need to know.

Not forgotten, no—our culture’s too strong,
We’ve been singing these songs for so long.
From the coast to the hills, let the rhythm ignite,
Colombia’s voice shining bright in the night.

This is my land, where my heart was born,
Where the sun shines bright and the dreams are worn.
Through the pain, through the struggle, still we rise,
In the land of forgetfulness, hope never dies.

So remember the roots, don’t let them fade,
Every verse, every beat is the love we made.
From the past to the future, let the story be told,
Hip-hop carries the spirit of a land so bold.

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(Chorus)

I go back to the land of forgetfulness,

where the sun still shines and I find my bliss.

Colombia beats in every sound I make,

peace and hope in every step I take.

(Verse 1)

Walking through the mountains, breathing in the skies,

dreaming of a future where no child cries.

A land of warriors, of music and pain,

but from every struggle, we rise again.

I’ve seen empty houses, families torn apart,

questions in the eyes of a broken heart.

But my voice is fire, my spirit won’t fade,

from the ashes of sorrow, new dreams are made.

(Chorus)

I go back to the land of forgetfulness,

where the sun still shines and I find my bliss.

Colombia beats in every sound I make,

peace and hope in every step I take.

(Verse 2)

From the coast to the jungle, my story flows,

hip-hop in my veins, where the river goes.

The Magdalena whispers secrets of time,

tears and resistance in every rhyme.

Drums keep banging, the people still sing,

hope is the weapon that freedom will bring.

No more silence, no fear in our song,

together we rise, together we’re strong.

(Bridge)

They tried to break us down, but we still survive,

with rhythm in our souls, we stay alive.

I raise my flag, my voice is free,

Colombia united, that’s my legacy.

(Chorus – Final)

I go back to the land of forgetfulness,

where the sun still shines and I find my bliss.

Colombia beats in every sound I make,

peace and hope in every step I take.

Yeah… land of forgetfulness,

but never forgotten in my heart’

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Generation’s Fight "Juan David Orozco y Karen piñeros"

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Generation’s Fight "Juan David Orozco y Karen piñeros"

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I remember growing up with my neighbors,
Knowing that speaking out could be dangerous.
Living in a time when violence shaped our lives,
Watching the sky that seemed to stop shining.

We learned to survive by facing hard truths,
Believing that God only shows one side.
Praying in a language we were forced to learn,
Trying to understand why things had to be this way.

From my home to the city’s busy streets,
I never had the chance to question or dream.
This generation struggles to break free,
Fighting to build a future full of hope and dignity.

We refuse to let fear control our voices,
Choosing to stand up and demand justice.
To stop the violence and heal our communities,
Working together to create real change.

We started to believe in the power of unity,
Learning to trust each other despite the pain.
Trying to break the cycle of endless conflict,
Hoping to achieve peace and equality.

I began to understand the need for education,
Wanting to improve and develop our nation.
Knowing that only through progress and effort,
We can overcome poverty and corruption.

We keep pushing forward despite the struggles,
Refusing to allow hatred to divide us.
Learning from the past, we are building tomorrow,
Dreaming of a Colombia that’s free and strong.

So listen up, this is our generation’s fight,
Promising to bring justice and light.
Together we will rise and make our voices heard,
Changing the world with every single word.

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La cama vacia - Oscar agudelo. Julián González 

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La cama vacia - Oscar agudelo. Julián González 

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From a gloomy hospital, where he was hospitalized

Almost agonizing and surrounded by a sepulchral silence

With his usual tenderness, which he always showed

Perhaps not with effort, from his gloomy bed

A sick friend of mine wrote me this letter

Dear friend, I hope that upon receiving this letter

You are well and that luck accompanies you everywhere

For my part, and I could hardly tell you that I am better

If on the contrary, in my pain, prostrated in my open bed

I am a poor skeleton, which terrifies me

The letter is to tell you, that if you can one day

Come and keep me company, you who loved me so much

I am so alone and so sad, that I cry without holding back

No one usually loves me anymore, they all act impious

Of so many friends of mine, not one has come to see me

Today, I agree with you, because I see in my loneliness

That this so-called friendship is only an illusion

When one is in good health, one has friends bulk

But if cruel fate pulls us into an abyss

We see that everything is a lie and that there is no faithful friend

Well, here I say goodbye, as I put an end to it

I received a loyal hug from the one who has always loved you

To your mother, whom I will never forget, give her my thoughts as well

Show her much devotion and shower her with caresses

You who have her, take care of her, if you only knew how much she is worth

Sunday arrived, and anxious for that loyal friend

I entered the hospital, anguished and sorrowful

I headed silently to the place where I knew

I would find his bed, but I found him there as soon as I found him

I was amazed to see the empty bed

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It talks about neighborhood reality, inequality, violence, but also resistance and cultural pride. That fits perfectly with the requirement that it be a Colombian social issue.

Verse 1
🎤
On the corner of the block, life feels so strange,
dreams get stolen, nothing seems to change.
“La Típica” reminds us, the street tells the truth,
so I rap it with rhythm, the voice of the youth.

Chorus
🎶
From the barrio to the world, let the story be told,
Colombia in the rhyme, brave and bold.
Hip-hop resistance, memory and fight,
voices in the darkness, turning pain into light. 🎶

Verse 2
🎤
Kids keep playing while bullets still fly,
but art is the weapon that never will die.
Alcolirykoz inspires, I rise with my voice,
with rap and with hope, we still got a choice.

Chorus (repeat)
🎶
From the barrio to the world, let the story be told,
Colombia in the rhyme, brave and bold.
Hip-hop resistance, memory and fight,
voices in the darkness, turning pain into light. 🎶

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Indie Bog-La hermnanastra más fea

The song "Indie bog" seems to be an ironic critique of a young, privileged person ("burguesito incomprendido") who superficially expresses sadness and loneliness. While they lament about things like running out of cigarettes, it contrasts with the deeper struggles faced by many Colombians: poverty, inequality, violence, and lack of opportunities.

It exposes a social contradiction: some complain about trivial personal issues, while others deal with systemic injustices. In Colombia, this speaks to the gap between privileged social classes and marginalized communities who experience real struggles. The song highlights how privilege can sometimes blind people to the structural problems around them.
Yeah… Colombia, listen up.
Privilege talks loud, but the streets talk louder.

Verse 1:
All of my lyrics say I’m so depressed,
cryin’ for my vices while the poor can’t rest.
Ran outta smokes, I’m losing my chill,
they run outta bread, can’t pay the bill.

I’m in my bubble, pretending I’m broke,
while kids in the barrio choke on the smoke.
Talking ’bout loneliness, talking ’bout pain,
but people are dying for minimum wage.

Chorus (autotune, catchy):
I’m a misunderstood rich kid,
cryin’ for nothing, while they hustle to live.
I’m a misunderstood rich kid,
lost in my world, but the struggle’s too real.

Verse 2:
Writing sad songs in a coffee shop seat,
but farmers got bullets instead of their wheat.
Talkin’ ’bout sorrow, talkin’ ’bout fears,
they talk ’bout justice, no one ever hears.

I’m lost in my feelings, drowning in doubt,
but whole communities keep fighting it out.
The gap is so wide, reality’s split,
I’m blind in my comfort; they bleed in the streets.

Chorus (trap beat heavy):
I’m a misunderstood rich kid,
cryin’ for nothing, while they hustle to live.
I’m a misunderstood rich kid,
lost in my world, but the struggle’s too real.

Outro (spoken, fading):
Colombia’s pain is not just a song…
It’s the silence you ignore when you’re singing along.

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Simon Prieto - National Anthem of the Republic of Colombia into a hip hop song.

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Simon Prieto - National Anthem of the Republic of Colombia into a hip hop song.

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(Chorus) Oh, unwithering glory, Oh, immortal jubilance, In furrows of pain, goodness now germinates.

(Verse 1) They say freedom's a light, a truth that makes you whole.

We came from a dreadful night, a nation losing its soul.

Three hundred years under the chain, we were caught in a trap.

A "dreadful night," the history says, before the first fire cracked.

Yo, from Cartagena's walls, a story told in pain, 106 days of siege, through sun and through the rain.

(Chorus) Oh, unwithering glory, Oh, immortal jubilance, In furrows of pain, goodness now germinates.

(Verse 2) See, the land of Colombia, Columbus's name, was baptized in blood.

On Boyacá's bridge, a river turned into a flood.

The sky got clear in Ayacucho when Córdova gave the sign.

From sacrifice and struggle, came a new, heroic design.

And Nariño, the prophet, gave us a battle cry.

"Duty before life," a promise never to die.

(Bridge) This ain't just history, this is what we still seek.

The battle for justice, a new dawn for the meek. A republic of the honest, a home for every person.

The dream of our freedom, a truth that still stands in search of its final version.

(Chorus) Oh, unwithering glory, Oh, immortal jubilance, In furrows of pain, goodness now germinates.