Kyle Louis - G.M.O. [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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VERSE 1

From the air that I breathe that taints my seed
Down to the hair that you bleach that’s used to clean meat
The rich quit having kids while the poor kids breed
Fed genetically modified corn and soy bean seeds

Early puberty from livestock on steroid shots
Hey doc let me get another hit of small pox
Let’s force feed kid hormones and antibiotics
Have a taste of genetic modified agriculture

They dumb down our vision with translucent politicians
In the pockets of businesses that fill our kitchens with din-din
Aluminum deodorant, sulfates in face wash
Fluoride in my faucet, got my flu and aids shot

And thank God for cell phones and facebook time
And for making it so I don’t have to look you in the eyes
Used to call and ask you out meet for dinner at 9
Now we stall between texts and meet safely online…
What happened!

CHORUS

The right way is the wrong way
This is your way. It’s not our way
So Let the old fade. Let’s find a new way
On wait it’s too late. We gonna fade away

VERSE 2

Do you remember how we fought for founding fathers lost causes
George, John, Alex, James, Benjamin, and Thomas
What happened to the Socrates Platos and Aristotle’s
The norms that we now to conform to pause progress

You all need to take your finger off the teeter totter
Get up off your knees, why are you preaching for honor
In the name of Gods that gave the you the cause for this slaughter
Silly Sapien fishes living outside the water

Forget about your neighbors, kiss your misses goodbye
In the face of survival we never stay civilized
So I trace out my name in the ice and let them know
That I won’t play a role in destroying my own home

[Oh no] I spark the match and watch the gas burn
Lay back and pass to a kingdom of rap songs
We pray in different fashions and end up the same
It’s passion that separates the real from the fake

Don’t control the info, let the nymphos f***
Let the oil man drill, watch the earth bust a nut
(Aarrgh!) I can feel the phantom pain
It’s only passion that can save me from playing these hunger games

CHORUS

VERSE 3

We row on a slave ship some marry old souls
From the poem to the pavement we carry on a road
We known for our hatred, been painted in blood
In the home of the slaves where the fairy tales are loved

Tie a tight noose for the few who refuse
To choose to be ruled by an elusive few
Who control the info and repress the nymphos
“God bless the celibate man who died to defend those…”

Lies made of yellow tape, red paint in the sand
That the church and the state will emerge into one man
Who is slain in the names of saints taken in vain
Haven’t made it a decade without playing hunger games

I pray I fade away, inside life’s shade of gray
Onset narcotics, sends me into a darkness
Meant to protect my heart from human harm
In the land of the morally gray where nothing’s changed
Some never had much so now they take
Some are born into corruption by trust funds and slaves
Few are brave few with conviction will play it straight
And live a life that sets the example for the younger race
CHORUS



Kyle Louis © 2012