Qwazaar and Batsauce - Rough Out There [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Witness the fact, trickle off the backs of the scabs
Of the proud pickled pigs feelin' big
With their badge and their gun and they ask where you live
Who you is, where you go, why you black
What's the height of your stack
What does it really mean when the culture, the team
Is a smile while there's a demon that found you
Human being to violate
Child after child while the school they deny what they seein'
Hide from the evil, it's cold and deceitful
[?] for hell to receive 'em
Like we believe in [?] or some seed
[?] the preachers, the pastors, the deacons
It seems that most of us dark from the schemin'
You [?] reason, you're locked up for treason
[?] consume, let this feeding continue

[Hook]
Was it real, was it televised? We still die
Our tears never matter so nobody really cries
They base for revolution but instead they glorify numbers
You never lied
Strange magic tryna trap tragic
Makin' people trade his soul away and move backwards
It's all madness
Distractions, killer tactics, evil factions

[Verse 2]
Mothafucka it's [?] pullin' [?] from these gutters
Screams cause nobody can save us from each other
My brother he lucky that he needed out from underneath
My other trapped in devil of the beast, but devils never cease
I hope, but you receive it yo [?]
[?] fucked up shit I couldn't see it
You know the most of it I mean in the most [?] way
Cause any man who ever gave a fuck could never be this late
But who could really blame him? Who could want to be here
Face to face with all this fuckin' hate?
Just got a bitter taste from livin' in a bitter place
I'm living next to pillars, I'm related to who beat the case
[?] place to stay
[?]
Smoke about a blunt, the second just to chase the stress away
But every breath we syncopated [?]
Drinkin' out the [?] dinner plate

[Hook]
Was it real, was it televised? We still die
Our tears never matter so nobody really cries
They base for revolution but instead they glorify numbers
You never lied
Strange magic tryna trap tragic
Makin' people trade his soul away and move backwards
It's all madness
Distractions, killer tactics, evil factions