Memnon The Black - The Message [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Memnon]
Do you believe it?
300 million souls lost without a way to retrieve them?
If I told you you were hypnotized right now, would you believe me?
Probably not
In your zombie-like trance state
You'll wander through the vast state
Hoping that the last days don't come in a fast way
Do you receive me?
300 million questions without a leader to reprieve me
But If I claimed that I was him, how quickly would the people heave me?
Off of the side of the ship
But I'd survive cuz I don't need my arms and legs to swim
I've been existing in an amphibious state for 20 years
Constantly being expected to live two separate lives
Trying to find the fucking truth through two separate lies
The missing link is pissed and thinking
But I'm

Celebrating like I finished probation boy boy
You only mad cuz your girlfriend wants me as a boy toy
She sees my mind working on all cylinders
I'm sapling in frost killing them
I'm winning it, God willing
I got something to say, and Nas told me to say it
So it's only right I use his beat to invoke him on this lyrical mission
You see my pain only started as a sad addition
But now it hurts me like a full blown crack addiction
It's a full time job to make cynicals listen
And what was ripping me apart like some nuclear fission
Was a deep-seated depression, long in remission
A maelstrom of drinking and drugs blurring my visions
I'm like an artist without the brushes to paint his picture
It's like the antidotes I'm taking are making me sicker
A thousand years searching desert sands but I'm still sifting
A thousand years lost in the ocean but I'm still drifting
It's at the point where it hurts my girl just to listen
But I know she still cares because her eyes glisten
Fuck...Can't even talk to my damn sister
Emotions back and forth, back and forth like a working piston
I'm steady striking out, but ain't nobody pitching
The house around me falling down and can't nobody fix
Am I wrong for longing for release from the system?
No, it's just gon take all of my courage just to risk it
Imma need a lot of tree, that's my favorite addiction
Mainstream media working like a damn religion
People worship and never question, worsen the re-precautions
'til it hits them in the head hard enough to cause a concussion
Pick up where you left off, I got you big cousin

I've got a strange asfixiation with spirits and the occult
No wonder I keep my thoughts repressed, locked in a vault
I could have probably worked for J.P. Morgan or Deloitte
Instead I took an introspective look at the exploits and the endeavors
Of those responsible for the death of Medger Evars
Or Malcolm Little's father
I've gone a little farther than they want me to
The demons are right behind me and they want me too
Good thing I'm faster than Mercury in his winged-sandals
I've got a message to be delivered but I'm weak and saddened
I keep my long-bow close at hand and my quiver packed
They laugh as they watch us lay back on our silver backs
Throwing feces at each other and calling it fun
I've been crawling all my life but I've started to run
I hope they follow
But it's a hard pill to swallow when your throat canal ain't hollow
Filled with venomous verbal vomit
And useless regurgitations, watch
Lost and empty souls will comprise the emerging nation
The rich will get richer
The poor will get poorer
The snitches get they wishes
The real niggas get oil poured all over they skin at the point of entry
Turn of the century
13 years of fake calamine, I'm still itching
Conspiracies like great Cataline or Salem witches
Or Kennedy's assassination
Even leaders of this bastard nation can't escape son....
Nah mean?

You should already know by now
Nah mean?