Gods'Illa - Glaciers [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Joe D
He told me try something very different...
So I wrestled wit'em like Barry Windham
Wrestling wit god is odd...
And to you fake Santa Clause ni**az Merry Christmas
I'm gifted like 3 kings on the visit
So I feel dope like the green in the swisher
To the east blackwards in Caprice Classics
Police package hi beam on the window
We bring you greetings from the nation's cap...
Where they tryna bring the Caucasians back
The old neighborhood is fade to black
Locks on the doors, wood on the windows
Gate around the building can't hang around chillin'
They meddlin', the devil is ill but God's Illa...

Truth
Blaze 1 for all the seeds that go to rest starvin'..
Mod 1, stomach aching and they heads throbbin'
Get no rest at all, gotta play grown man in this land of course
What about those who ain't never heard the voice of good reason?
Who gon go and reach them? Somebody righteous teach them
The jewels is not privy to most, we hold a great toast
To the deaf and the dumb, the blind 7-1

Powerful
If you dont stand for something, you fall for anything
And I stand for my people that red, black and green
African liberation flag, Marcus Garvey had
A trendsetter like the Panther party in the past
If you followin' fads, Im glad
If it wasn't for ya'll I wouldn't be god
Represent that 5 point star, its 5 letters in Allah
Arm, Leg, Leg, Arm, Head..stand for god
Like the 5 M's...
Mathematics, Mohammed, Marcus, Malcolm and Martin...
When I spark the revolution we startin'
Like Huey Newton, show and provin'..
You dont need a gun to start shootin'
Verbal shots will stop you from movin'

Ace
Pushing thru days be...
Like a young mother pushing a baby
The thing thats so crazy alot of yall relating
My brothers graduating, higher education
Minimal celebration...eviction what we facing
The struggle is faceless and nameless, the game gets
Cold like Glaciers, south of the equator
Like people of Grenada, we slaving for paper
Just enough to get you to next day bruh...
And to supplement the dividends thats barely coming in
We pitching for consignment and get to the grinding
For the times when...
My old Divine was on the streets selling shit so we could eat
I put my heart and soul on every beat
See the streets be easy to access just like freaks
With no guidance, we aimlessly angry and so violent
But so silent, when its really something to fight for
Really something to write for, exposing no balance
We utilize our talent, like a messenger or griot
Developing a relevant view for our people
Without that, the elders will never regain the youth back
Young as hell wit 2 straps, ready to get them shoes back