Zin-Zeta - F.U.T.W. FREESTYLE [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse: Zin-Zeta]

Food, air, water
Muse, heir, daughter
No car for me/no pearl for my ol' girl
I just told you what I need to start my own world
So, I'mma fuck this one up; I'm tight, dude
Four jobs just to live like a white dude?
Shit... Fuck out of here. Are you kidding?
Is working 4 jobs even living?
Don't even get me started on the government
Keeping slavery alive and slaves loving it
Eating organic pies and feeding us other shit
Leaving my niggas hyped off Twinkies and "fudgy" shit
Sweet porn to cook-up
Read them labels; you're just eating wheat, corn, and sugar
And that ain't even real. You ain't even worth that
Them burgers fit for a king ain't even worth Jack
So we run back to the water supply
Cause we're sick of being mind-fucked scavengers
But they made a back-up plan for my brothers to die
If they ain't fucking us, they're fracking us
Frustrated, you ask, "can a brother breathe?!?"
Just look to the sky, and tell me what you see
Tell me what the story of the sky entails
Is it a bird? No, it's a plane with chem-trails
So, you see no one in your circle helping each other
You even look up to the sky, to see no hope
And once you learn, even your air is chemical, brother
There's nothing left to do but dig your own hole