Merc Versus - Crispus Attucks [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
We're in the devil's workshop and the first shot might kill me
They're filthy rich in the wilderness, so the killer is not guilty
Another young boy's head is split, they're prejudice and racist
Against the first black president and they pled the fifth in cases
I pledge allegiance to the flag and they put my head on cement
Want to put a bullet it my back; self-defense, rest in pieces
These adolescents have aggression whether it's Piru, Crip
Or Vicelord, or GD on TV in a news clip
Now draw your weapons, everybody stand your ground
They're armed and dangerous from cities to the towns
Go call the constables, another man is down
Detectives analyze the victims and the rounds

[Verse 2]
Wave the flag, we're patriotic; haters mad we're making profit
Breaking bad till they raid the lab; let's blaze a bag, Dre The Chronic
NRA Charlton Heston, ammunition, arm your weapon
It's Good Morning Vietnam like Robin Williams, armageddon
Speaking freely, first amendment; Get your feelings hurt, defendant
Head cracked laying dead flat and they dress in black, church attendants
Watch the news vivid graphics, dollars rule systematic
Hot pursuit of living lavish, got to shoot them, Crispus Attucks
You look suspicious I see something in your hand
You're in my neighborhood trespassing on my land
Who do you think you are? I hope you understand
Who you are dealing with, don't make me kill a man

[Verse 3]
Put your hands up, stop resisting; pull you over, got permission
To search your whip for that work you flip and when the serpents hiss you get locked in prison
All that they know, cops and sirens; so it ain't no stop the violence
Rifle smoke and a life of dope but not a microscope and no dropping science
In the jungle, hang with natives; Wearing colors, gang related
Flying flags to the sacrifice of a bodybag and my name is hated
It's like the wild west, these indians use bow and arrows
Against the cowboys taking aim at a target on my clothes apparel
I see you on the corner looking like a thug
Playing that music and I bet you're selling drugs
I've seen your kind before so now I got a grudge
Against your people and I'm thirsty for your blood

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