Niche Group
Traces of the Past
Lower Me One
(Jairo Varela)
Lower Me One
Here is the shrimp
You have to take advantage
To win sustenance
Well you know, look black
That by experience
Every day's bread goes down
No one will trust you
Lower me one
Here is the shrimp
You have to take advantage
To earn your living
Well, you know, look black
That by experience
Every day's bread goes down
No one will trust you with it
br/>And in the night you can play
A aguabajo, a marriage,
Or suddenly at a wake
Lower me one oh what the hell
Keep moving forward
May the sweat fall from your brow
No one trusts you
Don't let people tell you
That you can't be president (encore/repeat)
Don't let people tell you
But don't let him tell you anything
Because you are an intelligent black man
Don't let people tell you
Oh no, no no
No no no
You have to be aware of that
Don't let people tell you
As an element of judgment
It's not worth it, no no, it goes no no no no
Don't let people tell you< br/>Right off the bat
At first glance you are out of luck
Don't let people tell you
That you can't be president
Don't let them tell you no
Don't let people tell you
That you can't be president
Don't let people tell you
That you can't be president
Bajama quit the poll now
That you have everything to get on the trampoline
Don't let people tell you
That with your black effort
You end up playing the flute or the violin
Don't let people tell you
That you cannot be president

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