Speed on the Beat - The Vent Songs For...) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
(Rewound Gunshot)
Wait! I'm not ready yet. There're still some things I've got to clear up. Songs For...

[Verse One: Speed on the Beat]

I lied about my past, threw my dudes under the bus
Posted shit on the internet, portraying girls I knew as sluts
Sullied my future plans, for a quick buck in the present
Touched a bunch of cash, but only used to buy the flashy stuff
I preached false truths, I tried to make myself look better than
My fellow man, just because I'm ashamed of what lied within
Let my anxiety, take control of my life and ran
A million miles away, just to come back and never face the shit
I never reached the promised land, I get close and then I leave
I guess naivety keeps me tethered on its string
I speak on how to rise thyself to a higher place of higher being
But used to act as if the Supreme was not on my agenda, B
I was an atheist, I was a sycophant
I let my people down and sometimes I didn't say shit
I tried to let it slide, until the mud started flowing over...
The boulders of my soul, until it could no longer be hold
Rather held, by myself, extinguished my hell
Now I feel re-cleansed and I can lead you BACK from the shelf
I am the help, but I'm not made to serve one man
To get their wealth, when self-preservation is the only part of his plan
I come in peace, because we need to understand
More about the life we live before we can advance
I learned this lesson early, well early enough
Now I come to you all to bring along the smell of
Victory, we can achieve, by simply educating
Ourselves of our history, we are all the fruit of kings and queens
But mainstream history, it will have you believe
That Jesus Christ had blonde hair, and blacks were never anything
That Jews are sneaky people, devoted to the dollar
That all white people cause all of our problems
We're ALL looking for our 40 acres and a mule!
Now that's the type of shit they should teach in the schools
Colonization through procreation of ideas of inferiority
Seniority, you're boring me, get another allegory
If you want to whore my people again, like a pimp, your glory
Has dulled, because we, no longer, simply listen to your stories
Fuck no mas, I'm pro-cause, revolutionary hippie shit
Power, to devour, all your hatred, in one fell hit.
Tell this, to the masters, the bastard son has re-revived himself
Never an archangel, but I'll arch my back to make you stop those shells
From attacking my family, bitch, your fight is with me
And I will Tetsuo, if Kaneda even gets to try to see
The reality that we have been blinded from for so long
Venting, on my KRIT shit, boom, your time's gone
This is my vent and your history is over, bitch
TEAM DAR, we're the future. Fuck your scholarship!
This is my vent and your history is over, bitch
TEAM DAR, we're the future. Fuck your scholarship!