Rhys Langston - The River [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Floating past Marlow up the river glaring at these first-world riches
Water flows sending shivers, while a doc extracts stitches
Stopped the rhyming off the top
To let the breath stop
But free poetics kicked in when the funky beat dropped
But still one dropped
Though the album cuts are what to spit for
To hope the day the words are heard from here to Chi to B-more (ok)
Don’t give a hoot to hot hooks or them record exec crooks
The puppets to conglomerates who rewrite history books
Been an MC who writes novels
Langston in his library nooks
Paid no mind to the attention
Flashing lights, are gone, I shook

Drawn to the brook, which is diverting from the stream
The rhymes trickle naturally
Water, highlights, verses gleam (gleam)
One with the sun, refreshing plunge, a diving scheme
Submerged in deep thought
Without the gravity, wet dream

Resounding always, political airwaves
Nonstop words’ reverberating haze
All the pets spayed
In a battle
MSNBC and FOX locked, while
Invisible men hunt and roam the street with Glocks
Atheists, Ellison the reverend
Church money, deacon blues, steely sham, embezzling
Middle Eastern breaking news, mad people “hezbollin’.”
Diversity of subjects, same predicate and—
(yeah) I come up for fresh air
Only to see the same surrounding
But the river always flows, no oxygen
And it’s astounding