Lord AV - Children of Martyrs [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Children of Ham
Children of Promise
Children of Israel
Children of Martrys
They don't understand
No matter what you call us
United we stand on the blood of our fathers

[Verse 1]
Rosa Coretta, Stained her on the same night that he met her
Got stains on his Lacoste sweater with every stroke that he hits her
The dicks her elixir she drinks until she empties the nuts
That she feels, til her past painful memories erupt
And its passionate, authentic
Shes cries, I don't know why I did this
I'm celibate christian
Bullshitting but that nigga not listening
She close her eyes
Want to be loved but the harder she tries
The more that she dies
Only cum inside makes her feel alive
He wakes her up and kicks her outside
The death of her pride
The truth that she hides
Molested by her daddy when five
A pastor of god
And Jesus died for that sin on the cross
If he was alive
He too would break this light pussy off
The devil in church, she him peeking up her thigh high skirt
That's why she don't go, too many there just to pervert & flirt
Rejection it hurts, thinking he seemed so different at first
She sends him a naked picture and prays for her soul that it works
Shes from the

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Gabe Foxman
Born jewish but feels adopted
His pops watches his progress like he's a stock option
Big business nepotism doctrine says he's the next in office
But he rather exchange sex for money than accept that offer
So he out here braining politicians, corporate bosses
That go home to wives & daughters
Acting paranoid 'round reporters
And the older their years, the more that he fears they'll go into Rigor Mortis
When they play their games of bondage & he's Pharaoh in the Torah, In this world of
Sodomy wanna go get more of
Got a need as a child got no love
Trying to please family, but the greed for the green
Be the only thing think is important
So he tell em bout all of the whoring
Give a damn bout any of the fortune
Cause they stand on the backs of unfortunate
All the open gays, and the blacks, and the poor sick
With a portion of price of the Porsche
They'd afford childhood dreams now aborted
Say they're cursed and the god gave order
Jewish Hitlers to minorities
His dad looks at him disappointed
You a anti-Semite with no loyalty
Should've never went against our royalty
We'll forever be power over everything, and the

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
J. Muhammad, red little nigga off Stony Island
The rebel, the problem that grew up to become Avian Nalej
The man that he follows fathered the life that he knows he falls short of
Shadow of Malcolm, so either people hate him or support him
He never been normal, taught to be formal and repress hormones
Developed an emotional imbalance through masturbation and porno
Feelings of inadequacy, in the mosque a black sheep
Though it raised him up, can't sit under and suck on a dry teet
Milking this game, and bringing it back to his home base
While all the naysayers slander and call him a disgrace
Then smile in his face, the pain is too great, so he numbs it away
He shoulders the weight cause he knows he's built for at end of the day
So he sees them elevated places
Do deals with blatant racists
Trying to make his savior proud
'Fore that wheel come down and take him
And he hopes he's never mistaken
For no traitor or no pagan
For going out amongst the swine
Until he bringing home the bacon
From the

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Cause we the Martyrs
Yeah we the martyrs
Steady giving our life since the day that they bought us
And we'll continue to fight till the day that the father calls up
So stand firmly in place with your fucking fist balled up and dammit
Be a Martyr, yea
Be a martyr
All of the blood shed of ancestors and forefathers
Feel it deep in your veins and all of the pain bottled
And rise to make a change and the promise of a new tomorrow
Yeah, Children of Martyrs