Guante & Big Cats - Other [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Guante]
To everyone who ever had to check other as an option
Knowin’ that we never fit in boxes
Ancestor moshpit, family trees stretched over the oceans
Our bloodlines’ poetry in motion, yo
For the multifaceted
For multicolored hoodies up over multiracial kids’ cabbages
For the multitalented, multigenre
Spittin’ multi-syllable rap monsters
To multicultural families who have at least
The capacity for rattling curses off in three tongues
Count up all the cousins and the in-laws
It’s like the global market up in here, speak up
I want sushi on St. Patrick’s Day
And a Viking funeral when I pass away
I want sukiyaki played from a mariachi trumpet
Tucked in the mouth of a dragon
I want my kids, to write a new language
We are mixed, we are nothing, we are everything, we are a nation
Just don’t call us exotic
It’s just the opposite to be honest

[Hook: Guante & Chastity Brown]
Yo, don’t box me in don’t call me out
If you make me choose, I’m a choose myself
Beautifully imperfect
It can be confusing as hell, but it’s worth it
Yo, don’t box me in don’t call me out
If you make me choose, I’m a choose myself
And next time they ask “what are you?”
Say “I’m like nobody else”

[Verse 2: See More Perspective]
Our blood is a tapestry, moving DNA strands
Freestyle together like the lines in our hands
Created as we grow, going forward like our lifelines
Thoughts from a global perspective, so am I like mines?
Greatness from a place of difference
Then try to say we all the same, but really they just dissin' us
American beauty is American me
And it isn't in commercials that they sell on TV
History's a DJ, Bambaataa style
Impulsively drop records and crowds go wild
My blood is a special blend of history and pain
Struggle and progress, how you put that in a name?
I can answer that, but you gotta listen close
It whispers on the winds from every sea and every coast
In hip hop and art and thought it's protected
The name I'm referring to is See More Perspective

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chantz Erolin]
I wrote this verse on the back of a boarding pass home
First class elites and them lower class drones
Extra pat downs, yeah, I know how that goes
The consequence of being brown in an airport
I wasn't born mixed or a half-breed
Til I didn't know what I'm is when y'all would ask me
I've been called chink, called spic, y'all harassed me
When my dad's in crack stacks, my mom's in the backstreets
In a space between where the kid is
Among the white, not quite, couldn't tell who to sit with
What you think I can tell you about difference?
When one question pulls me apart in an instance
Someone said ''we got a word for you''
Well, that's cool cause checking others to observe the truth
I'm the son of an immigrant related to a president
The distance that I represent, an alien in residence

[Hook]