Dialectic - Conquerors Freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Dialectic]

It's the same story, every morning I'm waking up
Cold sweats, red flashes, mentally chained up
I've heard the fable repeated, but it ain't enough
They say every saint has a past, and every sinner; a future
But what worth is it? When they've programmed you like a computer
We've got no morals, so we feel no pain
Sold our souls in the lust for jewels and fame
No crack cocaine in the back alleys where I live
But privileged youth hooked up on chronic

Battle Scars on my face, and a spirit as old as time
Lately been reckless, but now the motto is to survive
I ain't here to promote slander or heinous gun crime
I'm here to bring back Hip Hop and telepathically open your mind
Lets take back the art form from those corporate thieves
Lyrically crush their temples, and set fire to the beat
I'll repeat what I said 'till I make it history
Got a tenacious flow so don't try to tame me
Got more weight on my shoulders than Atlas ever bore
Here to break down the barriers and bury the conquerors