Ska - Son Of A Gun [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Raise your glasses high, higher than most
I’d like to give the rich this nice toast
A Molotov cocktail
And as they burn I cap all who prevail

I walk away from the scene of the crime
Cause no way in hell am I doing time
And as I get out into the city
I see how this is so gritty
Pimps strutting round wearing their money
CEO’s walk with their bought honey’s
And boys from the dumps sitting in the cell
The place that they once called home is a man made hell
They doing hard time for some dank ass dope
While well known devils are appraised by the pope
And the need for speed, is powered by greed
And the whole world runs on hate
Fate?
Nah
My sons gonna be a son of a gun
If I live long enough to have children
One day he’ll look up and see me
On every newspaper in his city
Holding a world engulfing in black and white
With my want of humanity I did fight
I’ll change the world through my ways
And im gonna make the world pay

Blinded by the darkness push em into the light
They stand facing the firing squad with their fright
They look to me asking for humanity and I say
“This Is” as the bullets start to spray
Sitting on their towers of coin gold
Trying to reach heaven with the money then own
And when they die, they fall down
Hitting everyone they done wrong on their way to hell

You gotta rise up, fight for what’s right
To live in a world encased in light
And all that jazz, you gotta make a pass
To stop the world in it’s tracks
The shadow of the tyrant
Is not permanent
Knock him off his high horse, he fall to the cement
I’m coming from modern Babylon
And this shit that I be standing on
Be pure destruction of man’s corruption
Is it fate? Nah
Just hate
Cause my sons gonna be a son of a gun
If I live long enough to have children
He’ll grow up not knowing hate
Cause ima grow up erasing that fate
Of hate off the world’s slate