The Indios resist, though the weight's immense,
¡malditos!
Under Spanish rule, their fate's intense.
Conquest and genocide, shadows that loom,
¡malditos!
Yet their fight for freedom lights up the gloom.
¡malditos!
1492, Columbus set sail with a dream,
He thought he'd found Asia, but things weren't as they seemed.
Aztecs and Incas, with cultures so refined,
Spanish swords and guns, left their worlds maligned.
Cortés came marching with a few men in tow,
Brought down the Aztecs, with a ruthless blow.
Pizarro followed, in the south he made waves,
Atahualpa captured, the Inca's fate in graves.
The Indios resist, though the weight's immense,
¡malditos!
Under Spanish rule, their fate's intense.
Conquest and genocide, shadows that loom,
¡malditos!
Yet their fight for freedom lights up the gloom!
¡malditos!
European diseases, the smallpox rage spread,
Killed millions of natives, left so many dead.
Flu, measles, and more, an invisible foe,
Their immune systems shattered, their strength laid low.
Temples demolished, sacred lands defiled,
Christianity forced, their spirits reviled.
Mines and plantations, the labor was cruel,
Indigenous lives, treated like mere tools.
The Indios resist, though the weight's immense,
¡malditos!
Under Spanish rule, their fate's intense.
Conquest and genocide, shadows that loom,
¡malditos!
Yet their fight for freedom lights up the gloom!
¡malditos!
Yet amidst the suffering, resistance arose,
Brave souls fighting back, in defiance they chose.
Local uprisings, rebels on the run,
Fighting for their land, for their daughters and sons.
Though many were crushed, and many were lost,
Their stories persist, no matter the cost.
Their heritage, their pride, through centuries endured,
A testament to resilience, forever assured.
From the ashes of defeat, their culture survived,
Through oral traditions, their legacy thrived.
Art and songs, stories of old,
Passed through the generations, a spirit bold.
Their names and their faces, history won't erase,
The Indios' resistance, their eternal grace.
¡malditos!
Today we remember the past's harsh truth,
Reflect on their trials, their wisdom and youth.
Though the conquistadors' shadows are long,
The Indios' spirit remains strong.
Their fight for justice, their quest for peace,
A reminder that their legacy will never cease.
So honor their struggle, their voices and cries,
For in their resistance, the truth never dies.
The Indios resist, though the weight's immense,
¡malditos!
Under Spanish rule, their fate's intense.
Conquest and genocide, shadows that loom,
¡malditos!
Yet their fight for freedom lights up the gloom!
¡malditos!
This rap tells the story of a battle unspoken,
Of strength and endurance, unbroken, unbroken.
The Indios' legacy, forever will shine,
In the fight for their rights, they draw the line.
¡malditos!
¡malditos!
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The Indios resist, though the weight's immense,
¡malditos!
Under Spanish rule, their fate's intense.
Conquest and genocide, shadows that loom,
¡malditos!
Yet their fight for freedom lights up the gloom.
¡malditos!
1492, Columbus set sail with a dream,
He thought he'd found Asia, but things weren't as they seemed.
Aztecs and Incas, with cultures so refined,
Spanish swords and guns, left their worlds maligned.
Cortés came marching with a few men in tow,
Brought down the Aztecs, with a ruthless blow.
Pizarro followed, in the south he made waves,
Atahualpa captured, the Inca's fate in graves.
The Indios resist, though the weight's immense,
¡malditos!
Under Spanish rule, their fate's intense.
Conquest and genocide, shadows that loom,
¡malditos!
Yet their fight for freedom lights up the gloom!
¡malditos!
European diseases, the smallpox rage spread,
Killed millions of natives, left so many dead.
Flu, measles, and more, an invisible foe,
Their immune systems shattered, their strength laid low.
Temples demolished, sacred lands defiled,
Christianity forced, their spirits reviled.
Mines and plantations, the labor was cruel,
Indigenous lives, treated like mere tools.
The Indios resist, though the weight's immense,
¡malditos!
Under Spanish rule, their fate's intense.
Conquest and genocide, shadows that loom,
¡malditos!
Yet their fight for freedom lights up the gloom!
¡malditos!
Yet amidst the suffering, resistance arose,
Brave souls fighting back, in defiance they chose.
Local uprisings, rebels on the run,
Fighting for their land, for their daughters and sons.
Though many were crushed, and many were lost,
Their stories persist, no matter the cost.
Their heritage, their pride, through centuries endured,
A testament to resilience, forever assured.
From the ashes of defeat, their culture survived,
Through oral traditions, their legacy thrived.
Art and songs, stories of old,
Passed through the generations, a spirit bold.
Their names and their faces, history won't erase,
The Indios' resistance, their eternal grace.
¡malditos!
Today we remember the past's harsh truth,
Reflect on their trials, their wisdom and youth.
Though the conquistadors' shadows are long,
The Indios' spirit remains strong.
Their fight for justice, their quest for peace,
A reminder that their legacy will never cease.
So honor their struggle, their voices and cries,
For in their resistance, the truth never dies.
The Indios resist, though the weight's immense,
¡malditos!
Under Spanish rule, their fate's intense.
Conquest and genocide, shadows that loom,
¡malditos!
Yet their fight for freedom lights up the gloom!
¡malditos!
This rap tells the story of a battle unspoken,
Of strength and endurance, unbroken, unbroken.
The Indios' legacy, forever will shine,
In the fight for their rights, they draw the line.
¡malditos!
¡malditos!
¡malditos!
Under Spanish rule, their fate's intense.
Conquest and genocide, shadows that loom,
¡malditos!
Yet their fight for freedom lights up the gloom.
¡malditos!
1492, Columbus set sail with a dream,
He thought he'd found Asia, but things weren't as they seemed.
Aztecs and Incas, with cultures so refined,
Spanish swords and guns, left their worlds maligned.
Cortés came marching with a few men in tow,
Brought down the Aztecs, with a ruthless blow.
Pizarro followed, in the south he made waves,
Atahualpa captured, the Inca's fate in graves.
The Indios resist, though the weight's immense,
¡malditos!
Under Spanish rule, their fate's intense.
Conquest and genocide, shadows that loom,
¡malditos!
Yet their fight for freedom lights up the gloom!
¡malditos!
European diseases, the smallpox rage spread,
Killed millions of natives, left so many dead.
Flu, measles, and more, an invisible foe,
Their immune systems shattered, their strength laid low.
Temples demolished, sacred lands defiled,
Christianity forced, their spirits reviled.
Mines and plantations, the labor was cruel,
Indigenous lives, treated like mere tools.
The Indios resist, though the weight's immense,
¡malditos!
Under Spanish rule, their fate's intense.
Conquest and genocide, shadows that loom,
¡malditos!
Yet their fight for freedom lights up the gloom!
¡malditos!
Yet amidst the suffering, resistance arose,
Brave souls fighting back, in defiance they chose.
Local uprisings, rebels on the run,
Fighting for their land, for their daughters and sons.
Though many were crushed, and many were lost,
Their stories persist, no matter the cost.
Their heritage, their pride, through centuries endured,
A testament to resilience, forever assured.
From the ashes of defeat, their culture survived,
Through oral traditions, their legacy thrived.
Art and songs, stories of old,
Passed through the generations, a spirit bold.
Their names and their faces, history won't erase,
The Indios' resistance, their eternal grace.
¡malditos!
Today we remember the past's harsh truth,
Reflect on their trials, their wisdom and youth.
Though the conquistadors' shadows are long,
The Indios' spirit remains strong.
Their fight for justice, their quest for peace,
A reminder that their legacy will never cease.
So honor their struggle, their voices and cries,
For in their resistance, the truth never dies.
The Indios resist, though the weight's immense,
¡malditos!
Under Spanish rule, their fate's intense.
Conquest and genocide, shadows that loom,
¡malditos!
Yet their fight for freedom lights up the gloom!
¡malditos!
This rap tells the story of a battle unspoken,
Of strength and endurance, unbroken, unbroken.
The Indios' legacy, forever will shine,
In the fight for their rights, they draw the line.
¡malditos!
¡malditos!
Writer: Thomas Buratti
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid