Guante & Big Cats - Until There’s Nothing Left [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Toki Wright]
Ungodly wars caught in the name
Blood stains upon the text
Dried on the page as it clung to a mothers chest
You got the nerve to criticize drive-bys at schools
When heatseakers reach teachers red white and blue
Red white and blues never on the nightly news
Killed more kids than shit, nike shoes
So i fight the rules kinda like Tyson do
Yeah it might be rude but it's likely true
From the A-Bomb, the napalm, the scud missiles
From heros to heroine pins with drugs in you
Or a face gets replaced by a molded mass
A soldier standing on the stoop with a folded flag
I ask where the billions went
And if this war on terrorism still legit
Or it never was tell the gov' tell the fuzz
We the threat yes you scared of us

[Hook: Guante]
…there are stars in your stomach
…a supernova beatin’ in ya chest
…lightning between ya fingertips
…fire burnin’ in ya breath
…there are stars in your stomach
…a supernova beatin’ in ya chest
…lightning between ya fingertips
Let it out until there’s nothin’ left!

[Verse 2: Cresent Moon]
Believe nothing sound truer than the livest
It's repeated, feed it to the masses
Eat it up and teach it in your classes
But at least you preaching what you practice
Aggressively passive culture for the placid
About to get drastic, road block, rush hour traffic
So we can't roll up and roll past it
Newsflashes handed down like Moses' stone tablets
No questions or you're outcasted
I'm looking for hope here inside the don
Seeing all kinds of wrong, got damn, the line is long
The hell am I doing trying to write a song?
Maybe I should ride along with them and keep the blinders on
But fuck that, if not for me then for my daughter
For the trail of tears that let me to my ancestor's slaughter
So when the Levi's's break you'll see me wading in the water
At least they gonna bury me with honor

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Guante]
Shout to Howard Zinn
Have you ever seen the world through a bomb sight?
Have you ever prayed through a darkness beyond night?
The song might be a bunker buster
Daisy cutter thermobaric American crazy proletarian ay
But when you boil in the belly of the beast it’s scary
So hack out by any means necessary
They’re gonna call it terrorism either way
So you can head for the clear, or give ‘em something to fear
C’mon… and I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout bombs
I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Bibles, Torahs or Qurans
I’m talkin’ ‘bout the god that lives in your feet when you’re walking
The god that lives on your lips while you’re talking
The god that lives in your fist when you fight for
Something worth fightin’ for, this whole life is war
And the first step to victory
Like Toki Wright said: know the history
An injury to one is an injury to all, understand me
They step up to your cousin, you run and go get your family
So when they step to you on some real shit
You got the whole city risin’ up, climbin’ up that double helix
Your job is to protect your family
And your family is everyone
Power to the people, give it a chance
‘cause it’ll work, it’s the only thing that ever has