Busdriver - Species of Property [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Everything is alright, everything is okay
Everything is alright, everything is okay, okay
Watcha gonna do with that beat, watcha gonna do with that beat
Watcha gonna do with that beat, watcha gonna do with that beat

[Verse 1]
They’re telling me that the body is free
But we’re the species of property
They hit the niggas with them hidden fees
They hit them niggas like a timpani
They telling me that my body is free
But we’re the species of property
The popo still gotta follow me
While I wear my sneakers and a cotton tee
Everybody’s gotta play to win
Lowered down to my shade of skin
They’re trapping out at the Days Inn
And you’re all thumbs, you’re all thumbs
Decorative African skull full of olive pits and wine corks
Own my judge and high court and you’re all hung
You’re all hung, you’re all hung
Yeah, whoa

[Verse 2]
When you end up getting capital
The cobwebs in your shadow
Gotta dabble with your nerve center
When your life is T-rated
And you’re feeling isolated
That’s when you become a bird letter
I’m a [?] eating asparagus tips while obscuring that money pit
You would [?] return to the center with your surname ‘Honeydip’
[?] that high society ride-along
But what do we own, I get deboned so I bemoan that cyber song
This [?] is more than the underscore, is inebriated at the oven door
With a sputtering core chanting, “nigga we did it, nigga we did it”

[Hook]
They telling me that the body’s free,but we the species of property
The popo gotta follow me while I’m wearing my sneakers and a cotton tee
They’re telling me that we’re not free, but I’m the species of property
They got my essence under lock and key, no no you’re mistaken not me
Not me
No no, you’re mistaken not me
Yes you
Yes you


[Outro]
My son asked me what a nigger was, and if I was one was he one too?
It would have meant to be of niggerstock
How can we define this nigga that we resemble
Or are qualities lost in the abstraction of prayer
Did we become or were we always this, and what was this?
Where did the border between us and the world merge?
No one knows
Thankfully we do know the storms that forge the idea the definition is uninterrupted
The nigga is the variable
The nigga is the unknowable
A mislabeled parcel of human electricity
Prehistoric in form, beyond time and essence
I wrote that for Baltimore