ECHOisthename - Puppet [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[INTRO]

[Verse 1: ECHO]

Well hey looka here, it's a puppeteer
Pulling strings every four years
And the hood's shedding tears, and nobody really cares
Except the people there but, they're not really prepared
To go, toe to toe with a foe that's aware
Of what to do in a crisis like, never get scared
There's not a lot of critical thinkers, I swear
It's like a puppetmaster pulls strings like "Yeaaaa"
"I got them all confused, look at this hand here"
"And this real fat rear, so every time you hear"
"Hip-hop, you will correlate a fat ass to it"
This is not art. This is fast food music
I got to laugh stupid, as that may sound
There's a lot of ways to program a mind with sound
I might be underground, but I over-fucking-stand
Don't you ever put me in your master plan, I'm not a Puppet

[Verse 2: ECHO]

A web has more than one string to it
And I know that life has more than one view to it
So I got to see to it, that I stay real fluid
Go with the flow, but I'm immune to it
I bend a spoon to it, I be living in this Matrix
Where the people all believe that celebrities are sacred
I'm feeling like I'm naked, emotionally
I can see the emperor, and he be laughing at me
He be saying "What you're seeing is only seen by you"
"You're a little schizophrenic, don't panic. I got you"
"Here's a Malibu and Pineapple, weed and coke too"
"Get buck, fucked up until you muthafucking puke"
I rebuke you, puppeteer, I'm a steer, give me that wheel
So I can drive this bus up out of here
Jesus christ! Leave me alone gotdamn
Don't you ever put me in your master plan, I'm not your Puppet

[Verse 3: ECHO]

A lot of people in high positions, all around the world
Were groomed to be there, since they were little boys and girls
And some choose to do their own thing, and I'm sure that's cool
Some families put a lot of money, in a few schools
Chess pieces are tools, to be used, when you know the rules
If you know you're playing, then you can fucking choose
If you want to play or not, but the board is the world
And these puppets run around with other ones at the controls
It blows when you know, because all you see are strings
It's like you're unlocked and see them on everything
I sing a song of sixpence, who is the king?
Counting money in his counting house, doing their thing?
Is it her? Is it him? The presidents don't matter
You can take a puppet out, like a gall bladder
And fuck a tall ladder, if you write the whole show
Then you can see the outcome without ever having to grow, at all