Humor - Your Choice [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Rose from the ashes
Rose from the bottom of barrels, factions and classes
Rose in the face of racism, fascists and clashes
To pave a way for descendants destined to smash it
Destined to smash it nigga
Destined to rise above giants
Lessons of depression learned by ancestors so I can triumph
Temptation testing my patience pestering me with a lie
Don't rely on money or pussy rely on what is inside you
This isn't science
Location and economics deride us
They couldn't work for it nah them niggas were fighters
Fought for a future
Fought to forge a true force in the midst of pilfers and looters
Lynchers conditioned to think that niggas were less than human
Their hubris harnessed a true disillusion that they could do it
And so they did it
The shits behind us nigga but we still feel it
We doing better nigga but we still ain't winning

Preaching to the choir
Preaching bout a situation dire
Ain't no drama out here, real life niggas dying
(It's too late) that's what they think, that's why they leave them in the mire
(It's too late) that's what they think, that's why they leave them to expire
Speaking to the homies
Speaking to all those who selling blow
And catch a case or get left with their body open
(It's too late) that's what they think, that's why they moving bricks of coke
(It's too late) that's what they think, that's why they leave their mother coping

[Hook]
You can fold or you can go (oh yeah)
Higher, only question is the fire in your soul
Hear the sirens on the go (oh yeah)
Tired, getting tired
Gettin tired of the lows

[Verse 2]
No one chose where they started
What you chose is your focus
Focus on the lows or solutions
This institution is true to be blamed in part but
I won't forfeit my future based on the excuse
That the situations induced by the rules of past or present
Past pining for penance for transgressions
Past pointing the finger or promoting the notion that niggas ain't fucking winners
I ain't fucking finished
Adolescents infected with a sense of pessimism
With a sense of peasantry they're defeated mentally
But they're meant to be something more than a million entities lost in a suspended state
Of a failure to elevate
Out a cycle perpetuated by the restraints of a mental chain
Instrumental change, needs to be made
Needless to say my nigga we need to be paid
Needless to say we need to create a foundation
Facing an ultimatum to make it or stay in that situation

[Hook (chopped)]