Casimir - The Profit [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro/Outro]
I've got the profit
The problem's the profit
Like that's my problem?
Turning profits like Warren Buffet
Then you've got to snuff it, that's enough, yeah
That ain't my problem
All these rappers getting pissed off when I rob 'em
That's my profit, not my problem
The profit's the problem, the problem is that I've got it
The profit's the problem, the problem is I don't want it
The profit's the problem, the problem is I'm a prophet
Speak to God but right now we're not talking

[Verse 1]
Before the villainy, I gave the world some empathy
Now I'm feeling like all of the world's my nemesis
Started in Hartland, opulence and apartments
Before the cards and the partying
The world and me had some synergy
But damn, I knew that shit weren't meant to be
Eventually, I'd be at university
That rent free shit, parents working never about that me shit
The girls twerking, up on their triple D shit
Without looking, wound up about that Greek shit
Lowkey shit, still
Cases on cases ain't great like Jay Z and Yeezus
When they be coming through my Beats, shit
Thinking that could be me, shit...
The problem? They were on that Gatsby come up on
I was on that Tom Buchanon
Illuminati but I want the song
I've got the profit but the money's wrong

[Chorus]
It don't wind down, we're not talking about it
It's our time now, talking about it
We don't wind down, talking about it
It's our time now, talking about it
We don't wind down, talking about it
Profit's the problem, the problem is that I got it
Profit's the problem, the problem is I don't want it
Profit's the problem, the problem is I'm a prophet
Speak to God, but right now we're not talking about it

[Alt. Verse 2]
We’re all together in the church singing, “Yes, Lord!”
But outside, black v. white like a chessboard
Bands for the escort, I don’t even need her
But catch a brother with her, 20 years like he’s Jeter
That’s the problem, I wouldn’t know problems if they just shot me
Probably cop a crate of Cognac, but never gon’ catch a body
So I may be solemn, but when we’re bartering lives like folly
I’ve just got to say that I’m fucking sorry
Bitches dancing like they’re Cosby, jiggling Jello
White girl, black dress, call that a Minstrel Show
White boy on a rap track, call that a Minstrel Show
How’d I get here from that? Man, I don’t even know
Smile for the camera in Polo like it’s gym clothes
White men beating Kanye’s Grammy like they’re Jim Crow
I’m talking Selma with no fire hose
The profit pulling neighbors from each other like the Civil War
The drug war’s just a race war
And my war’s just a wage war
How we gon’ play for what we can’t get paid for
That’s how the profit’s gonna take over

[Chorus]

[Outro x2]
The profit’s the problem
The problem is that we’re robbing
All the culture that we love and then
Hoarding them like we’re goblins
We’re so goblin
We’re profiting from the problems we’re causing
The problem ain’t that they’re hidden
The problem is we won’t solve them

[Intro/Outro]