David The Peruvian - REAL $WANK [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Yo, Ima live forever cause I woke up
Born with my third eye open so no material crutch
Y'all still don't get it, you still can't feel it
I swear you don't listen but I'll never finish
Ya only livin' YIN and I know it's sweet
But you can't keep posin' and takin' photos please
Grab the rope and squeeze
You need a little guidance with the smokin' trees
Here try this so you can fly this team
All I want to hear is silence please
Shut up about the politics and gang violence please
Red and Blue, what the fuck have they ever done for you
Don't forget the White, hang that with false pride
Truth is, all we do is make families cry
We raise up the flag when somebody dies
But it was probably the flag makers who were behind;
Don't believe their lies
Their enlightenment isn't light
There is no war so fuck your news
Your pictures, are fabricated so fuck your proof
And fuck your negative comments on my YouTube
You only show us indigos that you need to move
You need to lose
Maybe then you'll understand how to groove
Remember that crack is cooked and it's an amuse bouche
The governments amusement, at us they laugh and hoot
They think we're stooge, but really I think they're rude

[Verse 2]
These aren't songs, these are bombs
That I'm droppin' on your life I call bullshit
Fight the pull rule it
Let me see the drool drip
Cruel to the cool kids
Make their life hell, if you understand me well
Then you really isn't foolish
And you can let the fool snitch
Karma got you back they'll be dealing with a bull whip
Leather for they ass now they lookin' like a fool's bitch
Shift the stick, hit em, cripple em with a tool's whip
Ice cream got the children lookin' happy. Nice
I scream got, everybody lookin' crappy
Now you lookin' mad B, chill take a nap C
Meditate like the inmates so you can see...
Ima closet intellectual cause all you fuckers judgmental
Make me feel mental but you in it second hold
Your interest isn't gold
But mine is, and my mind is old
And I rise like rifles
Nineteen soundin' like I'm fifty
Catch me off the beat with spank actin' like we hippies
Always get it trippy
Stick to mother earth though, chemicals are shitty
Don't test me like a kitty
Stirctly, in it for my kin seed
They will rewrite history
Find themselves lightin' up the sticky
Me and my favorite missie will
Spawn the next Dollie Lama ain't gon be no sissie
Don't fuck with me or any
FATGOD
Cause we fuckin' up the tracks hit em with a train
Like I got a railroad in my pack
And I'm still fuckin' hungry this was just a little snack
I'm showing yall the third perceptive of the white and black...
And my homeboys don't take crap
You better guard your face cracker cause you bout to get slapped
Ima self proclaimed great master
And this ain't rap
I'm showing yall the way out of your own fuckin' trap