Amirror - Real [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Thought that the money and the order was important, till I found out nigga’s feelings was imported
The stories they distorted is the moral of extortion cuz everybody hurtin’ on the surface they is mourning
But buried underneath all the torment of the torrents Nigga’s feel greed as they feed off the horrors
Real life slavery off the Women they is whoring every rats got a bite when they feel that they are cornered
To create a Revolution gotta sift through the fakers cuz in this cruel world ain’t nobody famous
The taste of the money and the power is excitin’ yet you gotta feed ya soul to the belly of the Tyrants
We all bleed blood everyday that we is fightin, but can you really handle all the damage it’s concerning
All the people wanna be the King for the crown, but that’s just like ta tryna sing for the sounds
The question I’m imposing is the total of the Owners
Did you give real thought to what it is they Loanin?
Did you see all the bling, and the cars, and the broads and sold ya soul fast for the claim to be God?
What’s it really like to be an American Idol?
5 minutes of fame then ur up, or live long enough to see yaself erupt
The Good die young they thankful they ain’t breathin cuz live long enough you’ll see the evil and decievement
They treat us as unequal the people we are fighting are just like us, Divided and Conquered
Since when did Conquest turn to killin all the children, Since when did our best turn to reelin in the millions
There are Billions of civilians just like you separated by classification and all these rules
The tools for abuse are simple and few, Teach us to hate each other and spread it on the news
From the richest Muthafucka’s to the Activist groups we all dead wrong cuz our rally’s just excuse
All the bad things that we all wanna do, Nobody really fights for someone else’s feud
But that’s not the truth, not in this issue
At 5 years old we all just the Hero, then we get hurt and we just turn fearful
Real Deep Down we wish for Peace so scared of each other we don’t even meet
We sit on Facebook and Twitter and Text so we won’t admit our whole life’s a mess
We hide behind a camera and photo shop glory so nobody knows our real life story
Concerned with mass thought, we amass ourselves in fake fame and fraud
The moral of life is simply this; World Peace is everybody’s Wish