Pawz One - FACE THE FACTS [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[VERSE 1: PAWZ ONE ]
Watch and observe
As shots pop and bodies drop in the curbs
It's not a popular movie its helicopters and narcs
The cars are unmarked, undercover cops in the park
The shots in the dark, they light up the night
The fiends fighting just to light up their pipes
There was the night that I decided to write, recite on the mic
The life that I witnessed, describing the sickness
I'm striving to fit this inside a structure
The system is gonna rupture, its destined to self-destruct
The signal was interrupted, their message is so corrupted
Our children are being abducted and prisons are being constructed
My people are screamin' fuck it, I'm heated and learned to tuck it
Can wait for my turn to buck it, get struck in the face with truth
Huh! fuck it just face the proof, tornado the flows are fatal
I'm waiting to raise the roof...

[CUTS]

[VERSE 2: PAWZ ONE ]
Spittin' slicker than the oil that they pump into drums
The revolution doesn’t come from the tongue
You see it comes from the barrels of guns
Now ask the mothers when they bury their sons
I'm legendary over various drums
I carried light to different areas, American slums
We fought for crumbs like a flock of birds
Knowing its absurd I try to drop into proper words
And look at Waka Flocka cuz the kids wanna imitate
When they can be a doctor, so cancerous
The mainstream is rotting the brain
The only answer is to drop it, its a popular game
To follow trends with your phony friends and popular names
Your poppin' them thangs and hugging the block
The plot thickens when your locked in the chains
For having drugs in your sock
See there’s more than one way that we can reach for the top
Yeah, to each his own, I'm reaching home the streets are known
For being heartless and their colder than stone
Strong enough, I survived thru the tough times
Made it out the devils trap, tell 'em that the rebel's back
Bringing reinforcements
Breeze on the beat choppin' samples into portions
Ominous, appear from the clouds just like the horsemen
Quick to swing the sickle, the fake fans are fickle
The screams from a victim will ripple through out the scene
Catch a label head sleeping, I'm ripping 'em out his dreams