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New Breed - My People
(from the album Stop the Music)
© copyright 2002

(Hook )
Cuando mi jente se juntan como familia
Lo siento en mi corazon
Celebramos con alegria
Y junto somos boricua, cubano, columbiano, mexicano,venezulano, dominicano
andando mano a mano

When All my people, Come together like family
I feel it inside my heart
Celebrate with Joy (2x)

Dancing to the rhythm of love
And it's bugged
It's all about learning when push comes to shove
I'm caught up in the rapture
Capturing the moment
Hoping to make up for time that was stolen
Patroling the beat
Never speaking defeat
Hip - hop and salsa flavor the beat
Got the neighborhood gathered and dancing in the street
God, love and family
Everything is complete
Now let me speak to my people
Give love to mi jente
Boricua
Dir me si me siente
Understand - entiende
I got love for all man
but my pride and my joy belongs to my land -
Puerto Rico
The beautiful island
I stand in awe of God's beautiful creation
Creativity in making every color, creed
One nation - under Him
Inspiring
Me to write and to sing
Thanks for everything
My parents, my land and my heritage
Now I give all I got
Pledge my allegiance to Christ, family and hip-hop
Won't compromise what I drop Born to rock
I represent the puertoroc
That'll bump me in their system
When they're cruising through the block
Whether summertime, winter, spring or fall
Stay true to your fam
And one love to all

(Hook)
Cuando mi jente se juntan como familia
Lo siento en mi corazon
Celebramos con alegria
Y junto somos boricua, cubano, columbiano, mexicano,venezulano, dominicano
andando mano a mano

When All my people, Come together like family
I feel it inside my heart
Celebrate with Joy (2x)

(Verse 2)
Yo pass me the malta throw on some salsa
Me and my familia dilme lo que falta
Not one drop when it's Christ Family and Hip Hop
There's just reason to love no reason to lick shots
And it just don't stop - Love to the Puerto rocks
From the west coast hood to the east coast ghetto blocks
Especially Mission Park
Where I was raised with my people
Venezuela to Panama , Cuba even the samarui
Frank stallone Big Red and the fightin Irish
But to see my fathers land that's first on my list
The land I'll kiss, it's the land that I missed in mychildhood Instead I grew up in the wild hood of 02115/
But still it's my hood
If I could change anything from those days/
I'd alter the fact that good people got sprayed
I'd change the ways that my people got played
But I'll never change the people or the streets that made it what it was
Hangin out 'till late night buggin just because
Never knowin that some would grow up to be thugs
Others to sell drugs others to find love but thats just the way it is
Some people locked up others are raising kids
But whats amazing is how the days have passed
But there's more days to come we was made to last