Eli Arbor - 40 Acres [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Eli Arbor]
Being home is fucking hard for me
Cause my city slowly dying and none of my friends is happy
I watch it all crumble, people is being pushed out
In pursuit of progress yo here’s exactly what happens
PJ's getting torn down, condos getting put up
These yuppies wanna be downtown so neighborhoods get split up
The U of R is starting to push across the Genesee
To Genesee, the 19th Ward and Mayor’s Heights
It used to be that white folks they never came around
Now I see them all walking down these fucking streets at night
What the fuck happened?
Excused it but can’t explain it
Confused as the block is tainted
If they want it they attain it
Here, money talks, crackers drive
Niggas walk, niggas rent
No money to buy, so housing is renter’s luck
What would you do if you had nowhere else to go
But an eviction notice trapped to ya door so you fucking stuck?

[Hook: Eli Arbor, Jae]
I can’t fix it
It fucking kills me
Popping pills I can’t sleep
Cause all night
I know my people ain’t all right
All night, bundled up
I’m running these city streets
I just drive, drive, drive, drive
Drive, drive, drive
I just drive drive, drive
As if these head lights could keep em all alive

[Verse 2: Kae]
I moved from my hometown, ran away in a sense
Left behind my innocence, miles murdered an innocent
I was feeling impotent, distance put an end to it
But truthfully all I learned is power isn't everything
Got it, made decisions, almost had to rock a wedding ring
So much of something good don't always lead to better things
Now on to better things, focus off the inner, man
Only to see that they stay trying break our inner man
Cop swag with cash we don't have, just to feel again
Superior facades keep us at odds
We worship these brands, but discredit God
My God, swear these times we're in, are the end
If we don't work to begin working together
Instead of viewing agreement as sin
See these bars are red roses I grieve with our men
I grieve with our women, pour liquor while I grieve for our skin
Prayers that one day they will only view us within

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Eli Arbor]
Tops the only grocery store that’s left in the hood
They prices no good, bet they higher than Wal-Mart
Constantino’s just opened up in Collegetown
But it ain’t gonna be cheaper than your corner store market
They markups, they make it hard to make means mean shit
People prospering didn’t make green cleaning shit
My school had more security than City Hall
TSA, X-rays, pat-downs and police dogs
There’s three universities within seven miles
And they don’t assist or activate like
They offer scholarships to city school kids
Too bad only 9 percent of these black boys can graduate
That’s a fucking travesty, this ain’t how it has to be
But some teachers give up before they give him a chance
He’d be fine if they spent the time teaching him to read
Instead of tryna suspend him just for saggin his pants

[Hook]
(x2)