Chase N. Cashe - IRevolutionary [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Intro)
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your country can do for you
Ask what you can do for your country"

(Verse 1)
Black man on a black path for green,
Red and blue on a stripped flag
In a white man's world, trying to get cash
Where a wrong skin color can get you killed fast
Or a wrong type of hustle get you jail time
Can't hear from your fam' 'till it's mail time
Niggers froze cause they're chilling on death row
What they did broke, what a whole more skid row
Twenty twelve, but the shit been this way
Poor getting poor, the rich win this way.
Seeing it on me, know what's up
Can't vote for Obama if you don't show up
How you say you are a leader, but you won't teach
You ain't a real nigga cause you got one piece
You're greedy for success, but you don't work
I had to get it through the struggle, but it all hurt
See, I ain't did good and yes, I done dirt
Had my head held high, put God first
Team on my bay, bitch by my side
Pistol in a bag anytime I got a riot
My ideal of fame got you ill in the brain
Got to be the one, get you spilled on the pave'
Meant to be a model, now you're laying in a grave
With a slogan on your tomb and the year you was made
It ain't no coming back from that
Whatever they give us, you know they're coming back for that
Cause it costs to live, even dying ain't cheap
So we're forced to live amongst the wild like beasts
In a foster room, with my hands on a weapon
The SOE, cause I'm the man of protection
So fuck the police, they ain't gonna save you
Only one that can is the man that made you.
Before it's too late say a prayer to the savior
Lord knows all the things I did for the paper
Lord knows I just wanna bill for my people
Weed in my brain, got a field full of evils
Jealousy and envy, hateful from my friends
Gotta get through the test, my best to make it in
So as the door open I just wanna make it in
To open windows for me and my camp folks
Cause opportunity don't knock every day
A nine to five job, that's not steady pay
Niggas on the block getting nots every day
And the only thing they're selling is some rocks made of yay
A lot up on my mind, not a lot up on my plate
Starving to get a mil', and striving to get away
To get a house on a hill, so I can go chill
What else can I do for my country, but stay real?

(Outro)