Greenhouse - Microwave America [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[ILLOGIC]
Conjure the conscious to contribute to our children's development
We live lost for the hell of it and burn bridges for the smell of it
Microwave America
Weapons of mass media in God We Trust
As long as fear and lust can be our mascots
Reward the haves and punish the have nots
Place princes and princesses on pedestals
Harvest silver spoons as cash crops
The rich get richer while the poor serves dinner
Classism is the new racism, the help still enters the back door
Its morbid, instead of pumping our breaks we floor it
Because we think we'll miss what society insists is soaring
When most are fly as icarus, wax wings and all, I'm sick of this
Kids choosing the same path expecting different results
Now the quicksand is getting deeper, the mountain's a little steeper
Plus you're weighed down by the sound of that pounds your speakers
Is it life or is it death? A helping hand or bruising fist?
Is it right or is it left? A melted candle with the useless wick?
The thunder rumbles the path taken
An undertow a fascist innuendo frames propaganda sacred
They wrap convenient blasphemy in rhapsody
It's fascinating how they cloak democracy eradicating heritage
If one record spin's a revolution
Then I'll spin records till restitution is embedded in our evolution
In this land of the thief and home of the slave
I have yet to see a land where we're free and our leaders are brave
Instead we look to land a Jesus piece and an early grave
But I won't have Jesus peace until the world is changed
Its all the same
Covert actions with overt consequences
Genocide works the fastest when compassion lacks incentive
We're the ones to blame, wearing our shame as a badge for our peers
It's a fact these rap cats set Blacks back about 50 Years
See they praise the court jester, in Microwave America
While the Kings are turned vagabonds searching for better weather

[BLUEPRINT]
I got a call from my homie Zero, told me on the d-low
"Print I heard they got shanks and really wanna see you
I ain't gotta say names, they cool with your people
They think you got too much fame and wanna make it physical."
I said, "good looking out. I'll be looking out"
Before they make a move they better take a look around
For seven or eight years straight I been putting it down
This ain't no overnight thing man, it took a while
Lucky told me, "Be cool, don't sweat it
Cause when you making moves hatin' is to be expected
They hate to see you shine, getting money, selling records
And travel all around to cities that they've never been in"
I said, "I feel that, but in the interim I gotta be prepared if I ever gotta deal with 'em"
Remember that burner you got a couple days ago?
I want one of those but with a laser scope
And a baby 380, and a little calf-holster
Security know me, so I do what I wanna
So now when cats ask me "Print, what you do today? Make a song?"
Nah dog, I was at the shooting range
Cause I believe in preparation instead of waiting
And more than that I believe in self-preservation
But I got some reservations
Cause I love my freedom more than I hate anybody that violate it
I ain't a gangster, I'm a regular man
When we came up, we would fight it out with our hands
But it changed up, now they pull it out and they blast
And a stranger could leave you dead right where you stand
Don't get it twisted, beefing ain't what I'm about
But my career could end if you ever see me lose a bout
Now am I paranoid or realistic?
Microwave America, the devil's in the kitchen