Co$$ (Cashus King) - Black Liberation Theology [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Black Liberation Theology…
The real god is me

(Taking me back)
Breaking breads, rolling reefers
I pledge allegiance, my brother’s keepers
I say my vows and take a bow
These nouns and vowels, create the sound
A lover’s thesis
Jesus, Buddha, Moses - teachers
‘Bout theology, for life ecology
My physiology is black
But not as black as my philosophy
(Hey!) ‘Til my casket is in the grave
I amass knowledge of self
I spell my ‘African’ with a “K”

I feel terrific, quite lifted
In this Anglo-Saxon, wrapped in white privilege
Follow yourself, or follow your wealth
And swallow the shame
These crackers trying to segregate
The college debates from fathers that hate
For mothers that discriminate
I got no hatred for these brothers that assimilate
Just disappointed
Racist pigs, raid your crib with pistols pointed

(Hey!) Go bake some cookies, with your civil ass
Scary brothers, watch the upper rape the middle class
Black Theology, amass these sermons
Broken schools, private prisons, tax burdens
Racist politicians, that rape the power system
Homicidal homophobics, but they call it Christian
Defined as God the blindest fraud
But they call it vision
Get caught with dope
And now your mama got to call the prison


Black Liberation Theology
Politicians raping economy
Knowing the devil lies, the real god is Me
Separate the fake from real artistry
‘Cuz I rap my soul, I do it honestly
I got the pure, I’m the coke connect
I got the cure I’m the pharmacy
I’m a father’s seed, mother’s son
Half-friend, half kin
Stripped me from my motherland
American, African
Back again like I never left
Can’t break me down, I got metal flesh
This intellect, with the ghetto-ness
This introspect, with the retrospect
No disrespect, you don’t know a ‘G’
Your shit is rap, this is poetry
This chivalry, and benevolence
I never choke, I never flinch
Go bake some brownies, if you scared to fight
This is me, for my beliefs, I’m prepared to die
We all born king, and in my sleep
A California Dream
We all born with wings, but some of these fools is scared to fly!
I got a Tony for you acting men
Tell ‘em African is black again


Go bake some cookies, with your civil ass
Scary brothers, watch the upper rape the middle class
Black Theology, amass these sermons
Broken schools, private prisons, tax burdens
Racist politicians, that rape the power system
Homicidal homophobics, but they call it Christian
Defined as God the blindest fraud
But they call it vision
Get caught with dope
And now your mama got to call the prison

Black Liberation Theology
Black Liberation Theology

Black Liberation Theology
Devil lies, the real god is me
I do it honestly