Kopyrite - Vitiligo [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
The White bought this, in the crowds there's white but blight splotches
Off this I'm coughin' from pushin' walk-ons away unlike oxen
Telling them it's up to their necks again like estrogen
Light like a feather, but while flying they crash from their own letterin'
Not a part of no brethren, the problem is we're lettin' them
Spread unworthy messages, thinkin' they best the veterans
Now the view of the community is Rorschach
White kids think they know about why the door's locked
Lore taught by the warlocks behind the scenes from their core thoughts
All part of the plan, too complex to ward off
Let it be, and you'll be dead to be
Lettin' me be the sole attacker of your own settling
Into this group mind that acts as one all the time
Blind, nothing they'll find, literally they're so behind
In the massive line inclined and bound to the new style
You will assimilated, surrender your mind, resistance is futile

[Verse 2]
Today's weak ideals, soon to be a future womb's big fool
Human rules destructed by those who claim they're cool
Tools in the wake of the shed at the school
New skins are born in the murder of someone you knew
That's you, now cold-blooded, selfish and cruel
At a hot stage, fakes walk on lookin' the same in jewels
What they lack, but ignored with evidence of drool
The wack spit-level snacks on the struggle like fuel
The Hip-Hop messiah, steps on the stage
Trading pity for rage, hunger-filled eyes inflamed
Detaining the fame was the game, like kings, upon them it reigned
The crowd swayed, puzzled by the vernacular raid
Taking one topic to the next, translating text into TECs
Men in suits were wary that the crowd had been blessed
Neck to neck with the secular message they'd kept, ever since the Lord "left"
They attacked but like Obi-Wan the body vanished in the sun

[Bridge/Verse 3]
Maimed and detained, chained in disdain
Events trained toward fame is the game
Facade has been played, if you act you will take the blame
And fall down from the gamble without an ace of spades
The mentors are bribed not to become dissenters
Subconsciously, made to control the censors
Defenders of the truth are what we're meant-fer'
So we slay the fake defenders with words as repenters