Marley Brooker - Blood On The Streets [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Eric Garner (+ Marley Brooker)]
I'm minding my business please just leave me alone
I told you the last time please just me alone
Please don't touch me, don't touch me
[Hold up, hold up, hold up] (blood on the streets)
Now listen do not touch me [explicative beep]
Don't touch me [explicative beep]
(to police) Get off me
(to police)
[damn....]
(blood on the streets)

[Hook: Marley Brooker]
I seen too much blood on the streets
From black on black
To police
It don't matter if niggas coonin
Or crackas in sheets
I seen enough if I don't speak now
Forever hold peace

Do u hear me elites?
Do u hear we elite?
Do u feel us in these streets?
Until they fix em fuck police!

[Verse 1: Marley Brooker]
Ridin round wit my click
Blacked out u bigots can't tell me shit
No smart phones
So fuck the stingrays
And the fusion centers
On our dicks
The constitution
Don't mean shit to them
They spying on my click
U don't have to ask me
Ask the NSA
They know we real we is
They spending all this fuckin money
Tryin to tame after they kill
The executive branch feel like it
Sign more executive bills (orders)
U ain't heard factions divided
Why them bankers keep on dying?
Why they feed us all the bullshit
And the sheep just keep on buying?

[Hook]
I seen too much blood on the streets
From black on black
To police
It don't matter if niggas coonin
Or crackas in sheets
I seen enough if I don't speak now
Forever hold peace
I seen too much blood on the streets
From black on black
To police
It don't matter if niggas coonin
Or crackas in sheets
I seen enough if I don't speak now
Forever hold peace

Do ya hear me elite?

[Verse 2: Marley Brooker]
It's so much real y'all been sleep on
While caught up while in the matrix
They prolly use Mike Brown for ploy
Misdirection fueled hatred
Bush or Barack?
Who they answer to?
Agendas pre-dated
The federal reserve
Key to the powers
That must be stated
U go against the central banks
And be obliviated
Ask Khadafi or Sadam
As prior illustrated
They fuck wit'chu
Then they send u a bomb
They shoot niggas
Dead in the streets
And ask how come we can't all get along
I... Can't.... Breathe...

[Outro: Witness]