Hona Costello - America [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Produced by Kanye West)

Intro (Gil Scott-Heron):
What I like about music and the kind of music that I like
Is the kind that’s like, hey 20 seconds into the tune you know who this artist is
Because there’s something unique About him and her, that’s why they put this record on


(Chorus):
Live from America
Shots fired who died in America
I guess we tied/tired in America
We died for America
They lied, No America, No
No tears to cry for America
Few decide the lives in America
Got to survive this America
Bang bang you died for America

(Verse 1)
As drugs swim on speedboats
I'll sit back and exhale weed smoke
Police don’t read no, they don’t want to see me equal
They‘ll rather see me dead or dead broke, hold on
This is the rumble for your life
Elders watch, children say goodnight
No one is throwing rice no more
They’re even burning down liquor stores
See its the free we’ll fight for hold on
The Revolution will not be televised
Some are marching, Mobiles watching monetized
I’m not stupid, seen the looting, Seen they eyes
Seen the struggle, can't decide
Brand names, cotton things, same shit
Can decide, All in front babies eyes
Now the shits immortalized, I’m mortified hold on
Some don’t even bat an eye
Lives lost, fake wars, you roll the dice, uh

Break (Gil-Scott Heron):
But I, I really like individual music
And it doesn’t matter like, like where its coming from
You know it don’t have no substance
So you can produce a lot of them very quickly
But they just as quickly lose their flavor
Ya know just as quickly uh as something as number one this week
You never heard of the people who did it next week
Because there’s no substance there

(Chorus)

(Verse 2):
Live the belly, deep inside of a beast
Live the ghetto, streets covered in sneaks
Live from Shadows, Victory’s bittersweet
I'm reigning from a place where you call free
Tell me why its 21 to Drink but we can die at 18
They’re printing money out of nothing, buying nothing
Watching nothing, all glued to a mobile screen
Its kinda crazy right?
Now imagine my baby life
I'll yell fuck it, tell them read me y rights
Guess I’ll put up a fight
Light it one up, let’s do it all the night
Pow Pow, Cheese grader, leave a hater zebra striped
Pizza face'em, walk in his wake, to shoot, to wake his wife
Talk then trade advice, we say fuck your life, we don’t like your type
Sheep sleeping like, how he sleep at night, tell them sheeple them i am

(Chorus)

Ending (Gill Scott-Heron):
It was disco duck, it was one and a million, it was not to be heard from again
It was damn glad to see you go, and wonder how you got here, it was, it was all them things
Right and what was the message?