FellowMan - When My People Dream [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
My people dream about more than just increasing green
Peaches and cream and the crease in their jeans
We dream about peace in the east, a truce
A future where our seeds don't breathe fumes and they cease the police abuse
We dream about clean streets
Where feats of meaningful emceeing are seen as supreme speech
And mean beats make the backdrop for worship
The last proper wordsmiths battle across the surface
I jot my verses down in sloppy cursive
But the word's as solid as building blocks of churches
Prizefighters box for purses, we rock with a purpose
To highlight the cause of the curses
Somebody poisoning the fruit like the evil queen
The seasoning make it difficult to be serene
See the machine, see the neoprene, deepening
The lines that we read between when my people dream

[Hook]
When my people dream
[x3]

[Verse 2]
My people dream about a radio that play the Cold
Crush live in '84 together with the Shady show
We dream about monuments to Herc and Kurtis Blow
Plus the Firm and Joe, can't you see we versatile?
Even though we twerk it low, we work to grow
Leave the neighborhoods a little better than they were before
I search my soul and I know it's worth in gold
Every twenty-four need the perfect dose like it's birth control
One day the earth'll open up and stir the ocean's guts
Volcanoes erupt, and they can roast you if you close enough
Black ash choke the crust, those that don't combust
Will see the sunrise's golden touch with one eye swollen shut
Yeah we try to keep it clean through legal means
But every week another teen gets beat for being
Something preconceived to be obscene
So it's not always a peaceful scene when my people dream

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
My people dream about a way to stabilize
Making eyes see the beauty in the rainy nights and grey skies
The deck's stacked, but enough are on the same side
Kings and queens, play them right, we can change lives
My people dream about proper recompense
For every artist making dents with the crescent wrench
Don't need to be dead presidents
But if they brush us off like Pepsodents, it'll get intense
We the burnt rice from the bottom of the pot
Word life, you can swallow it or not
It's our turn to rise, we gon' be bodying the spot
At every tick, every tock of the apocalyptic clock
So we try to keep our beanies out the guillotine
Our words powerful, we taking verbal creatine
We will inherit the earth and reconvene
Problem is when we asleep the only time my people free to dream

[Hook]

Problem is, when we asleep the only time my people free to dream