Phantom - Letter to Sacco & Vanzetti [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Phantom]
Uh huh
You already know what time it is man
Enlightenment
I’ma keep it real though
It’s time to live and learn
Learn from the past
So we can move on

[Verse 1: Phantom]
Aye yo Nicola and Bart, lemme start from the heart
Apart from this form of art, you’ve made me wanna depart
From the states, our fate hasn’t really been great here
And I fear the jeers are just becoming much more endeared
This ain’t right, but people might just be a bunch of fucking pranksters
And America’s blind, in they mind, we just gangsters
Who eat pizza and pasta, and bump Frank Sinatra
I gotcha, I gotta end this shit it’s de nada
Fuck Prada, there’s a lotta folks who joke that’s us
And thus, I must discuss getting thrown under the bus
I ain’t got no trust for the media, they misleading ya
Our culture dies, while they tell lies on expedia
It’s gotten to me, but ya see life ain’t glee
For so many in this land, let’s touch the sand of Capri
That’s the key, we gotta flee this place and go back home
And own our lives, it’s time to rise and make that known
From my dome, I spit this poem in remembrance of thee
The pair that met the chair so all Italians could be free
Let’s agree, till the end, the cops, they hopped to expend
They power, by the hour we would just defend our friends
And it makes no sense, hence it’s why I’m so fucking tense
History’s covered up, are we stuck with no defense?
It’s time I rhyme to educate these fucking people
They perceptions is lethal, only weapons of evil

[Bridge: Phantom]
Is this what I am? A victim of America’s hand?
Is this who we are? Buffoons that don’t go that far?
I think not, and I know I got to teach these kids
And rid the U.S. of all its hateful bids
It starts with us, we must use our minds
And find a way to better all mankind

[Verse 2: Phantom]
Growing up, I never did much care for being white
Cause I was treated with smite, and plus my skin wasn’t light
I’m just tan as hell, I fell victim alright
To the views they choose, and all the stereotypes
I didn’t know my culture, but seen em vulture my people
Just a sequel of the past, at last I know I’m not equal
Man they fucked us, I cuss cause we ain’t got shit back
We got jacked, to be exact, the same happened to the blacks
Now think about that, as you get screwed in my shoes
And get bruised, we lose paying the white man’s dues
This is the world of mine, and it’s curled, that’s a sign
That’s telling me to climb, see you on Palatine

[Outro: Phantom]
That was my letter to Sacco and Vanzetti
I know they resting in paradise
After a fucked up life
I mean they ain’t even get a fair trial
That’s fucked up
But, we living on for them and teaching America
About the past
So we can heal the wounds, and move on
Peace