They called us lacra.
Lacra for coming from the bottom.
Lacra for having no privilege.
Lacra for refusing to stay silent.
Lacra for thinking differently.
We grew up in a country where dreaming could feel suspicious.
Where youth was targeted.
Where raising your voice had consequences.
Where many of us learned early that the system doesn’t always protect — sometimes it oppresses.
We were criminalized for existing.
For being young.
For wanting more.
They tried to use “lacra” as a label of rejection.
We turned it into a symbol of resistance.
Being Lacra is not being disposable.
It is surviving without losing dignity.
It is creating art when they try to silence you.
It is building discipline when the environment tries to break you.
It is turning anger into purpose.
StayLacra was born from Venezuelan hip-hop.
From graffiti as a visual shout.
From rap as collective memory.
From a generation that learned to build identity even when it was being erased.
We do not glorify violence.
We do not celebrate chaos.
We do not promote hate.
We promote mental freedom.
We promote evolution.
We promote character.
StayLacra is for those who were underestimated.
For those who were labeled.
For those who understand that coming from the bottom is not a sentence — it’s a foundation.
From the underground to the world.
No permission.
No surrender.
Never forgetting where we come from.