Rasheed Jamal - Cracks In The Concrete/WWPD? (What Would Pac Do?) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

My spirit psychotic, I'm sick can somebody save me
This liquor ain't even healthy, my people be dyin daily, a negative frame of thinking, my brain and ain't breaking these patterns
I'm smoking and feelin hopeless they tryna keep me off balance
They educated me falsely, 3/5ths of a man you tripping
So set him up for failure then label him as a nigga
Them looney cartoons is racist, Eye CBS in the pictures
The media is mental warfare that's educating the children
Somebody lied to me, said I descended from slaves, so dig a grave, dirty bones will be my prophecy
Sticky philosophies, we praise the blood of a martyr ignoring scholars while you marching for equality
So what's democracy, that's 50,00,000 men and women hand in hand that's had enough is the hypocrisy, that crippled this economy, to kill em aim for the pockets, we feed the system of a homicide society, Fuck it

Can I Get Mine?
Can I Get Mine?
They Told Have Faith, practice what you preach, but how the fuck we s'posed to make it if they clap us in the streets, huh!?

Eyes weary I'm pondering my position, cost of living is rising
My eyes are lookin at prison, my mind unlocking the system
Body defying physics, my tongue is dividing the lyrics, my soul is ignoring gimmicks
Money and freedom, liberty love and pleasure, and I'm finding ways to maneuver, and Mumia keep ya head up
Spirit men lead revolts doing voodoo to get a leg up
They labeled you a savage but looted all of your treasure
Then they, flipped your religion, then they fucked up yo history, contaminate genetics and label the Truth a mystery
Murdering children daily, it's occupation a nation's fall
Declared a war drugs but they dump it in Niagara Falls
Dollar declining with the nation it's a change of face
Scared to drop a seed cuz I don't wanna leave her facing hate
KEMET WAS IN MEXICO! a globalized and civil state
So all the lies we recognize, bury now and hold a wake

Can I Get Mine?
Can I Get Mine?
They Told Have Faith, practice what you preach, but how the fuck we s'posed to make it if they clap us in the streets, huh!?

I asked my heart not to cry no more
And asked God not to let my people die no more
He told me yes if I never ask why no more
It's so simple, if you missed it press rewind one bar
That's my nigga though, never got the chance to hit the liquor store
Never split a black or even bragged about the womens though
Love ya brother dearly, just a baby plus a ghetto kid
Used to be so innocent but look at what the devil did
I can't even blame the system, life and death is what it is
Carried ya coffin, hugged ya Mother, even wiped her tears
Hugged Boss, told him nigga we gon through
Fuck the world, fuck a pistol and a bitch too
Fuck the media convincing you the shits cool, 16, young G stood 6'2"
Sincerely yours folk, I'm never gon forget you, and fuck the world if they ever do... I got you

Can I Get Mine? (Soldier C)
Can I Get Mine?
They Told Have Faith, practice what you preach, but how the fuck we s'posed to make it if they clap us in the streets, huh!?