Porque la bruja, Porque la bruja, my name’s la bruja “for witch it stands”
Porque la bruja, Porque la bruja, i’m making magic with the mic in my hand
Porque la bruja, Porque la bruja, my magic wand is a pen understand
Porque la bruja, Porque la bruja, my name’s la bruja “for witch it stands”
A little girl with big dreams down these streets so mean
She believed that her destiny meaned she’d succeed
And even though the odd seamed, they were stacked up against her
Few people could see what she had in her center
Her mental capacity was exposed to tragedy, surviving the insanity
As strong as she had to be, her crew and her family believed in her to
Underground is where she grew “Boogie down (production)” sound view
Where teacher wouldn’t recognize her as a real writer
But deep down inside a magical fire
Burned and devoured the negative around her
The voice from inside her was louder then the doubter
So she remained in power, blossomed like a flower
Stood tall as a tower, amongst fonies and cowards
That all would give her pounds(?) at the witching hours
Cause she wouldn’t give up, and now she couldn’t be prouder
Porque la bruja, Porque la bruja, ooh P-ooooo-rque la bruja
Porque la bruja, Porque la bruja, ooh P-ooooo-rque la bruja
Porque la bruja, Porque la bruja, ooh me pregunta que porque la bruja
Porque la bruja, Porque la bruja, a (?) for witch it stand
They wanted her fame, when she earned the name
They wanted the bling, she just wanted to sing
They wanted things, selling out for there dreams
She wanted peace and love for human beeings
They wanted something they could pump in the truck
She wanted something that was honest from the gut
They wanted something that the kids would repeat
She wanted something to instill some believe
They said she couldn’t cut it, said that she was to deep
And all that conciousness would put people to sleep
Some dreams were shut down, cause they tried to decieve her
She had plans for big things, but they wouldn’t believe her
They said that they would doubt it that she would ever achieve it
Now those same very people couldn’t be any sweeter
It wasn’t easy either but if you’re a true believer
You could be or inspire a future worldleader
Porque la bruja, Porque la bruja, una bruja buena (?)
Porque la bruja, Porque la bruja, (Spanish talk) I’m making magic with the mic in my hand
Porque la bruja, Porque la bruja, (spanish talk) My magic wand is a pen understand
Porque la bruja, Porque la bruja, (Una Poeta (?))
I wrote my name on the open mic list to spit
It was a lunar eclipse, it was 1996
April 3th, my spoken word, the first time was heard
And i emerged as a “nuyorican” poet, i didn’t even have a flow yet
Babito hosted, the seed was planted, since then i had to grow it
From the time i was five, when i had learned to recite
From my Mam who herself couldn’t read or even write
She was my beacon of light, she changed the course of my life
She saw my mam become a wife on halloween night
So no i don’t k** chickens or do voodoo pin stickin’
And my mission isn’t wicked, superstition or wiccan
No spanish inquisition, Spooky from minishes
No treaten no trickin, it’s just oral tradition
I only spell with words, verbal incantations
It’s 010 so don’t ask me again what the name is
Porque la bruja, Porque la bruja
(Spanish talk)
PS. Could anyone translate the spanish parts? 😉
Thnx in advance!