Emmanuel Jal - Every Child’s Plate (Feat. Paul Lindley & Tanika Charles) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro
“And in today’s news
It seems that nobody sought
With enough cause or fight
To help kids see the results of each bite
With their sugary, fat laden processed food
Would shorten their lives and alter their moods.”

Verse 1
I’m coming, speaking, attacking, lobbying
Upset by the kids being cheated on their eating
Spitting this song for a world wide meeting
Attention everybody coz we gonna make a turning
Corporates perverting demand and supply
Manipulating people souls to comply
There are policies affecting kids food
Politics cynical we all got screwed
I call on the cities to stand and get ready
Bad food moving fast and very steady
Get the right food on every child plate
Before we wake up and find it’s too late

Chorus
Poverty’s man made, nothing new I say
My soul is saying I’ve got to give more
And I’ve got to be the change
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Verse 2
My brothers and sisters filled with hunger
Because no leader has lifted a finger
But we could and we should and we would save faces
By moving all the food into the right places
Give children hope today so they shall
Live life full, fulfill potential
A legacy everybody could bestow
Give the right food for children to grow
A screwed up system now we have created
Economics, logistics, are overrated
Mass production on a world wide scale
Too many kids’ health totally failed

Chorus
Poverty’s man made, nothing new I say
My soul is saying I’ve got to give more
And I’ve got to be the change
X2


Bridge
Hoo hoo ayoo ayoo ayoo
No no no no
Hoo hoo eyele eyele eyele eyele eyele eyelei
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Verse 3
Some kids starve the world overseas
Some eating wrong food, becoming obese
Poor understanding what food is right
Parents work blindly not seeing the light
That shows clearly their sons and daughters
Ain’t eating the kind of food they order
Poor knowledge, their kids become fat
When society could have stopped all of that
Giving kids right to start a better life
Living life without this kind of strife
Daily battles against weight gain
Insults, bullies, hurt and the pain
It’s mad, dumb, totally insane
I believe we can start again
Every child right food to eat
Poverty, obesity we shall defeat

Chorus
Poverty’s man made, nothing new I say
My soul is saying I’ve got to give more
And I’ve got to be the change
X2