[Intro: Curro Armando & Babajide the WINTA MAN]
Debemos abrazar nuestra creatividad, pensar de manera innovadora y atrevernos a desafiar el status quo. Por último, no olvidemos la importancia del autocuidado
Run it!
[Verse 1: Blaze McKnight, Babajide the WINTA MAN & Horacio Sensatio]
(Horacio!)
I remember nights filled with doubt (Ayy, gimme the cash, pop it!)
Every whisper echoed, no route (Pop it!, let's get it out)
Lost my way, but I’d never pout (Never ever, mans)
Kept my head high, fought for the shout (Horacio!)
Rain fell hard, washed away my dreams (Washed away, mans, give it out)
Taught me strength is more than it seems (Ayy, ayy, ooh, baow-baow)
Hope flickers like city night beams (City night, in the night, in the night, in the night, man, man, man)
Guided by love, I’ll break through screams (Come on, man)
Saw my friends crumble, hearts torn apart (Come on, come on, man)
But I stand firm, fire in my heart (Come on, coming in three months)
Held onto times when we’d all spark (Come on)
Shared our tales loud, lighting the dark (Come on)
Through the storms, I’ll find a new day (Come on)
With each step, I’ll carve out my way (Come on)
We’re survivors, come what may (Come on, Babajide)
In this world, we’ll learn to play (Come on, winter, run it!)
[Chorus: Babajide the WINTA MAN]
In crowded rooms, I hear the pain
A laugh, a joke, to mask the strain
We share our scars, a bond we gain
Together we break free from chains
N'ime ọnụ ụlọ ndị mmadụ juru, ana m anụ ihe mgbu
Ọchị, ihe ọchị, iji kpuchie nsogbu ahụ (Ayy, run it!)
Anyị na-ekerịta scars anyị, nkekọ anyị nwetara
Anyị ọnụ na-apụ agbụ (Ayy, run it!)
[Verse 2: Horacio Sensatio]
I remember Grandma's tales at night
Courage shining through the fright
In a world that feels so tight
I hold on, I’ll be alright
Skinned knees from running away
Cried for sunshine on a gray day
But I learned how to be brave
Found my light, I’m here to stay
When the whispers turn to screams
I’ll cling tight to my wild dreams
I wore my heart on my sleeve
In a world that can deceive
Saw my dreams begin to weave
In the nights I learned to grieve
Late night talks in city parks
Whispered hopes, igniting sparks
Trading tales, we made our marks
In shadows dancing with larks
Climbing high through twisted fears
[Chorus: Babajide the WINTA MAN]
In crowded rooms, I hear the pain
A laugh, a joke, to mask the strain
We share our scars, a bond we gain
Together we break free from chains
N'ime ọnụ ụlọ ndị mmadụ juru, ana m anụ ihe mgbu
Ọchị, ihe ọchị, iji kpuchie nsogbu ahụ (Ayy, run it!)
Anyị na-ekerịta scars anyị, nkekọ anyị nwetara
Anyị ọnụ na-apụ agbụ (Ayy, run it!)
In crowded rooms, I hear the pain
A laugh, a joke, to mask the strain
We share our scars, a bond we gain
Together we break free from chains
N'ime ọnụ ụlọ ndị mmadụ juru, ana m anụ ihe mgbu
Ọchị, ihe ọchị, iji kpuchie nsogbu ahụ (Ayy, run it!)
Anyị na-ekerịta scars anyị, nkekọ anyị nwetara
Anyị ọnụ na-apụ agbụ (Ayy, run it!)
[Outro: Curro Armando & Big Armenta]
Sobrevivir en un mundo hostil puede afectar nuestra salud mental, emocional y física. Debemos priorizar nuestro bienestar y cultivar hábitos que repongan nuestra energía y fortaleza. Ya sea a través de la atención plena, el ejercicio o simplemente tomándonos momentos para nosotros mismos, el autocuidado es una inversión en nuestra capacidad de resistir y prosperar. En conclusión, aunque el mundo que nos rodea a menudo puede parecer hostil, tenemos el poder de transformar nuestras experiencias. Con resiliencia, comunidad, creatividad y autocuidado, no solo podemos sobrevivir, sino prosperar. Aceptemos los desafíos que tenemos por delante, aprendamos de ellos y salgamos fortalecidos, juntos. Gracias
Boom!
