Briggs - Homemade Bombs [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

This is a little short biography
About me, and where I grew up

(Mr T?)

Sitting wherever i was put
Class clown .... (?) report
He can do good, if he just applied
He can do good things if we adjust his mind
Same time telling me I'm going to do nothing
Preaching, like they're the chosen ones or something
Your dream happens to be my nightmare
Working nine to five - fuck, I'd rather die here
I'd rather wait for the train and just lie there
Tried to do the job thing and lost my mind there
Feels like I'm wasting days awaiting, pay's
Wasting away the rest awaiting graves
I've seen them creating slaves
Teaching, like, we all wired the same
Telling Kids they're stupid because they can't learn that way
Same bullshit lies that they print on page

Fucking grade six
Fucking twelve years old
I was told
I'd amount to nothing
(Man fuck that)

[Hook] x2
So I hit these streets with these homemade bombs
Take to the place where my homeland was
And set it off
Imma tear it down, ya gonna feel it now
Ya gonna feel it now

Rocking up to school ...(?)
Walkman and my favourite joints up in my pencil case
From the kid that rocked a speech impediment
Fact is I was born to speak - you can ask my therapist
Just too much to say when I opened my mouth
Could articulate the gospel and nothing came out
Times changed
Tongue got sharp, skin got hard
Get torn apart, you wind up in my yard
Rabid froth out the mouth
Paranoid like sabbath
And dangerous like John in the house
I've seen what they can do and what they did to my fam and friends
So I dropped the sword, grabbed the pen
Took all that drama and gave it back to them
Ten fold, never liked to do what I was told
Had a problem with authority deeper than your angsty teen
I was tired of them average things

And that's it man, they fucking
They act like school is the fucking be all and end all of someone's life
You don't get that right you fucked everything up
And fuck that too

[Hook] x2

Where I'm from racism wasn't hard to find
Facial features that make it hard to hide
In a place that's designed to nurse small minds
Find yourself in the middle of one of them fights
Best friends were Tongan, Turk, Croatian and white
- the few that didn't have a problem living a lie (?)
Same school, same rules, same difference type
Same life, same colour when we turn out your lights
Now get it straight
My problem ain't with Joe Citizen
My problem's with the laws and the book it's written in
It's just sad; these kids are filed and tagged
Understand no child is just born bad
No idea what it's like to live a life like this
And they, inherit their father's sins
Universal, both sides, black and white
Nobody's guaranteed a wood and roses life
But apparently we're getting everything for free
Where's this life of handouts? Cos this is news to me
Does that line exist - no it doesn't
Like you the only thing we get for free is nothing
Except the stigma of being one of us
Which is second to none
Nothing before nothing to come
Coon, abbo or nigger
Pretend you never say it
Pretend you didn't laugh
Then pretend you're not racist

And if you think that's about you
Fucking, maybe it is
But don't get mad at me about it
Take a good fucking look at yourself

[Hook] x2