Dion Jetson - Holler [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by Zàck]

[Intro]
One time for the dollars, two times for the cents
Middle finger to the landlords collectin' the rent
One time for the scuffle, two times for the knuckles
Middle finger to the police cause they're government muscle

[Verse 1]
One time for the dollars, two times for the cents
Middle finger to the landlords collectin' the rent
I ain't even got a car and he pull up in a Bent
Six locks on my front door and he raisin' the rent
Damn, this world crazy
Out of shape and work 12 hours a day and they still say that I'm lazy
They don't hear me though, all they hear is "Get this dough"
Now you think you middle class, but really just a check from poor
Polo, Jordan, Nike, it's embedded in our psyche
Worshipin' material things like the almighty
God, true and livin', we aborted the mission
Now we stuck in a cycle of corporate ass kissin'
They killed all the leaders and they stole all the pension
And Van Gogh'd the ears of everybody that listened
Gentrified the hood, now we on a collision
And the rich tell us it's rainin' when they're really pissin'

[Hook]
The world judge 'em both, the paupers and the scholars
Speak your mind, they lock us up in patty wagons and Impalas
See the one percent, got more dollars than they got sense
And the 99 percent, got more sense than they got dollars
And it's enough to make you holler, hey ya, hey ya
It's enough to make you holler, hey ya, hey ya
It's enough to make you holler, hey ya, hey ya
It's enough to make you holler

[Verse 2]
One time for the knuckles, two times for the scuffle
Middle finger to the police cause they're government muscle
Usin' a badge to try and put a muzzle on the struggle
Cause we're more like the Evans, and less like the Huxtables
That means we're fuckable cause we ain't got no power
And momma work 60 hours and daddy work 80 hours
The kids roam the street after school for hours
Slave labor, we all strangers with no neighbors
Nobody help us and we don't do each other favors
Can't nobody save us, and they shouldn't have to
Stop waitin' on the Bible and the book of Matthew
In between club church and club Hell like Add-2
Threw my hands up, and let out a holler
They tryna kill my dreams like Marvin Gaye's father
The smartest man in the world don't have the most dollars
I know a genius on skid road livin' in squalor

[Hook]