Blue Faces (Didact) - Untitled [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Didact]

These penitentiaries keep these niggas from causing tension
We conquering, dividing
Y'all ass cracks wide open for government funded pension
Obama saying yes we can, lie is the truth, he forgot to mention
That my dark skin is far from stupid, but I say nothing
I keep my head down like black niggas up in detention
Keep it stereotypical
Spitting melon seeds in the air, land in the canister
KFC and Popeye’s
Fuck the bitch, you having a baby, now Imma banish her
Gang banging and hand signing, squad cold like a pack of ice
No intuition, no tuition, no sight of their father
Christ will have to suffice, it making sense to me now
The hoodlum culture sacred it’s like we praising some cows
People say our skin darker then licorice now
Pretty rude, but it’s understandable
The disgrace of this race, the world views us as animals
Beasts like we hide inside the depths of the dark
It’s a feast, mouth open and we swallowing sharks
These lyrics hitting the soul, I got the people to listen
Martin Luther didn’t cry for this
Rosa Parks never rose from her seat
She was moving like, she would ride or die for this
Outrageous and outlandish, you in the booth
Lamar just spitting the truth
He recognizing the racial discrimination
But he holding not only them
But we as blacks the ones to be held accountable
Instead of learning in class
These kids plot against their principals
This shit got me thinking we on the downfall
Titanic, how we sinking, our grades are fucking slipping
Baby mommas are always tripping
And Kids don’t fucking listen and y’all niggas wonder why
It’s real, heard it from birth
Now these supremacists be talking like they rule the Earth
Displaying price tags on human beings
Check ‘em out then go and
Ask the owners how much they worth
Fighting over human bodies like I saw you first
Giving niggas whiplash of their lives, don’t call the nurse
12 Years a Slave is where I saw it all
Y’all bitches are savages
Deep wounds shit’ll slice your soul
After they hang you, bag you up you go in the hole
Now you got me on side of Mr Jermaine Cole
Cause people like Iggy and Mack are running the game, it’s a shame
Fancy and Thrift shop, y’all shit sound the same
Mick Jenkins puts in the work but he ain’t get the fame
But these guys run the world, until Mr. I came
I was put on this Earth to a create compromise
Shunning bully tactics, bring your pupils to my eyes
Eliminate the fucking hate
Eliminate the actions y’all do to get tagged with the racial card
Pulling back hammers outta getcha ya in the slammers, nigga
Songs like Fancy shouldn’t get you a grammy
Nomination, I’m leading the nation, not a quitter
The win is so bitter and I know that you want it I see your approachment
The world say step back or face an encroachment
It's stone cold, my wife is Rosetta, Beretta keep me loaded like Lux
I’m in the League of Nations, bout go an spray em, gotta ultimatum..

[Talking: Didact]

Fuck! Yo cut that shit, cut the beat real quick
That was just my inner nigga instinct talking right there
Lemme spit something that's on my mind real quick, listen
We got society, lying to me, giving me different answers
Bitches on people's case, always asking for fucking passwords
Ungrateful fucking bastards
Getting much more than they asked for
But homeless people dying out here
Why they getting treated like trash for
Small kids sad because they can't see their dad
So they jot their fucking anger down in the lines of pad
And when they fed up with the world, that's when they go bad
Now you see my in eyes and realize why I'm fucking mad