Mikey Black - In Cold Blood [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

{Verse 1}
I was told that this was no place for a man of my race
I try to placate the hate that be coming my way
Pay no attention pops told me showing advice
May not be right but you must accept that this is your life
You could cure cancer and you're still a nigga
Meaning of life find the answer and you're still a nigga
Define the rock and roll sound with a dream make the world proud
Bring the sun and the moon down and you're still a nigga- nigga
Too many moments of silence for niggas we lost to violence
And since we ain't seeing justice we have to lead by defiance
We'll try it by any means to reach the lands in the dream
But if they reach for fire hoses then I answer with heat
Fuck the Gandhi shit leaving my oppressors unharmed
Cause what's a hunger strike if they're shooting niggas unarmed
My nigga Brown never thought he'd ever be Trayvon
Till a pig got a clear shot staring straight at his palms
The same song yo they show us no love
I want revenge for my niggas cut down in cold blood

{Chorus}

In Cold Blood (repeat x3)

{Verse 2}
The Jim Crowe it ain't over we'll never end it
Realize July 4th don't recognize my independence
With malice I send this no violence intended
But stress me or contest me and know that I won't bend bitch
I see some irony inside your racist tyranny and gimmicks
3/5 but you'll appropriate our image
The shit is you try to artificially reach our pigment
But when the shit hit the fan you wasn't there to defend it
Just some thoughts for your mind about where we stand
In 2015 Emmett Till woulda still been a dead man
Ain't shit changed you look at us with disdain
But refuse to step in our shoes refrain from feeling our pain
I'd rather burn with those that's kin to me then build with all my enemies
So understand while Fergusons burning that's just our energy
I see the hate and I'm trying to rise above
I want justive for my niggas cut down in cold blood

{Chorus}

{Verse 3}
I woke up with two questions after another
The first: Does my life matter? I'm more disturbed by the other
When a nigga is dead and gone and finally 6 ft. under
Will it be by an undercover or one of my own color
Every brother ain't a brother cause a nigga popped the shots that ended up dropping Pac
We'll address this we ain't expected to make it out of our adolescence
That's the perception we savage without direction
Our lives ending before we were able to learn its lessons
The shit is cyclical story is so predictable
Kill the nigga that killed your nigga I guess is the ritual
Why would we apprehend any nigga that killed our friend
Instead we plot our revenge on that brother meeting his end
My head bows as I grieve poor my Heineken in the street
For all my people deceased by a nigga that looks like me
I see the irony as all our niggas are dying
The streets that's named after Martin becoming the most violent
No more silence I want us to be the ones
To bring peace no more niggas cut down in cold blood