Da Grym Reefer - Tennessee Purchase [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Tension Relieva: (Intro)

(Yeah, Take a look around
It's me in the flesh; It's beautiful baby, truly beautiful
Its Tension Relief. Keep ya head up baby, you should be proud to be black
Like this)

Tension Relieva: (Verse 1)

Uh! Take a look around town
Tell me what you see
Not a damn thang my nigga
You must be living on the East
That's how it be's
Tornado came through
And blew it down
They ain't rebuilt shit
It's evident
They'd rather boot us up out of town, Uh!
And you would have to be blind not to see
The petty way black folks is getting treated
Neighborhoods I used to call my home
Looking like everything gone fall to pieces
Everyday I ride around town
With my windows half down
Peeking out from a cloud
Peeping out how they spreading us out
Section 8 vouchers
What I'm talking about is that community pride and that nostalgic feeling
It's been damn near ten years
When the hell these folks
Is gone start rebuilding?
It's evident
They ain't even trying to bring
Merry Lane Court back
Or P.V.C.,
Or that neighborhood
That's across the tracks, Uh
They send you out
Way out
Come back and reclaim
All this land our family
Used to give their heart and their soul to retain
Peep game
Because that was back when black
Was beautiful
Just wait and see
We move away
Then they'll rebuild this hole

Miss Joyce: (Chorus)

I sometimes wonder
Why did children have to cry
Instead of being able to shine

Some weathered truth got thrown away
But lies can't cover up the pain
I see reality in my face

So what am I supposed to do
Solutions are left up to you
You close your eyes
And turn away

Generations died that day
But you want everything your way
And you still refuse to say...

Da Grym Reefer: (Verse 2)

As Mista Tension mentioned
How our hood got "gone in the wind"
No re-write
Just gone like "The End"

Some lost fam
Some lost friends
Some lost it all
But the hood ain't been the same since

East side, West side
North side, South side
The white folks running this

Running us out the hood
Saying we living too good
But ain't that about a bitch?

The world had, looked
Stopped and seen
Us going through our own Katrina

Bush flew over in the sky
So high
That he could hardy see us

....And though I got touched
I didn't get shit from FEMA

We were homeless
Think I'm joking?
I come from the land of the broken
Homes
Where the crack heads roam
Break into your home

Have the nerve to try to build some
Hundred thousand dollar homes
In my hood
Where at best
If we could
Maybe get a loan for
Twenty-five G's

So you've got kids to feed
You gonna work to death
Or you gonna cop some keys

Capitalists
Capitalizing on our catastrophes

But you say America's fucked up
They say you're speaking blasphemy

But I ain't naive enough
To think
"My country 'tis of thee"
For a second
For a moment
Could really give a shit for me
(Nigga please)

Miss Joyce: (Chorus)

I sometimes wonder
Why did children have to cry
Instead of being able to shine

Some weathered truth got thrown away
But lies can't cover up the pain
I see reality in my face

So what am I supposed to do
Solutions are left up to you
You close your eyes
And turn away

Generations died that daaaaaaaay
You still refuuuuse to saaaaay...
(One daaaay).....