Cold Duck Complex - Man Hate Man [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
This goes out to everyone feeling the melody
Feeling the music, being swept up by the energy (right)
Say can it be, that we could become one
Come to a better understanding 'fore this night is done (yeah)
This goes out to everyone living in poverty
Living with unequal oppopportunities and inequality
It bothers me that while I sit, thinking scholarly
People slave away all day just to try to make a dollar, we
Trying to follow the dream of those who started this colony
Follow me? Cause white's not just a color of a collar see
It's not an apology, I won't over-simplify
It's more than just a thought, cause we got to empathize
And improvise new ways to change the system
Survival of the fattest it's all capitalism
Next time, when somebody asks for change when you walk by
I dare you to take a second just to look that man in the eye
And ask, why do I have the privilege to comply
And is this guy sittin' here because he just didn't try
I know I choose each day to question my immunity
Show love, we got no hope without community

[Chorus]
It's dog eat dog, man hate man
Too many people disrespectin' what they misunderstand
While our prisons are crammed
Politicians'll scam
We sit and live our lives like we ain't givin' a damn
It's dog eat dog, man hate man
Too many people disrespectin' what they misunderstand
While our prisons are crammed
Politicians'll scam
We sit and live our lives like we ain't givin' a damn

[Verse 2]
Yo I call myself an anarchist for lack of better knowledge
Cause how to save the world ain't somethin' they're teaching in college
While scholars try to polish off their latest social theory
There's still no solace for the hordes of hungry, weak, and weary
I'm not sayin' that it's wrong to call attention to the problem
But knowledge leads to guilt until we truly try to solve 'em
I call 'em how I see 'em and to me it seems so simple
I got my right hand on a Bible with a gun held to my temple
I'd rather die a violent death than let them chain my spirit
The soul becomes whole when I embrace instead of fear it
How do you justify the gap between the haves and have-nots
When stratified society secured with bars and padlocks
Someone at the top is gonna swallow the key
And we sit through their shit while being told that we're free
But free-thinkers get schuelched for simply offering suggestions
If you're still lookin' for answers, man you ask the wrong questions
I comply so why am I more than another social Darwin
My body's fed, but my spirit stays starving
I give a damn for every mother, and every one of her children
And I grieve for every 6 feet of Mother Earth that's filled in
Built-in perceptions begin to be questioned
Do our best interests rest in the quest for possessions?
We like wars but instead of sheep's skins we're dressed in
Designer clothes by those whose lives we're affectin'

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I remember the first time I thought I lost my soul
Eagle buring high on a loss of control
Out of body out of mind
The truth is unkind
I couldn't find salvation on the path I'd been assigned
Backtrack to success this is blessed I guess
But then explain the pain in my brain and knot in my chest
We got pseudo-revolutionaries weened on trust funds
Rebels with a cause cause the real heads got one
But when shit gets thick would you sacrifice your privilege?
We all want justice but we lost for dividends
Businessmen buy and sell our souls like cattle
Giving just enough back so that they can afford to battle
Militant delitants rage against their parents' lies
Just enough so they can look their children in the eyes
It's like perspective
The point from which we view is so selective
Try to see from all angles so your outlook is collective
Objective observation now the world can be dissected
By the out-going introvert overtly introspective
Paradigms perish in my parallel dimension
Apparently they puncture on their way down to ascension
Attention, grab a shovel dig to reach a higher ground
We'll circle what was never lost and leave what can't be found
I hear the sound of freedom ringing out off in the distance
Lasers grind, children cryin', pleading with insistence
Masters move revolutionary thoughts of their resistance
Selfishly impose grief suppose to be of some assistance
In this instance all we see is freedom dies
Sold into servitude, we're served to feed the lies
My television told me so it must be so
Round and round the rings of the mass media we go
Collecting consciences come all cause our community's drowning
And ashes ashes and yo we all fall down

[Chorus]

[Outro]