Skipp Coon - Binary Thinking [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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Shotgun, handgun, chopper
Big Mac, Baconator, Whopper
Schoolboy stuff a bully in a locker, metal like a rocker
Party hard red cups, red top Taaka
My buddies had Dickies and my mama bought Dockers
Slumlord jackal, no love for the copper
Rapper impostor, dope boy pretender
The road full of bait, we ain't talking fender
Buddy talk tough, but I know that man tender
Skipp open deli turn a pig to into skinner
Done for the dinner, zip codes pick winners
Drones bomb progressive, conservative is center
So it don't matter who you vote for, both sides want war
IMF, Bilderberg, Haliburton, News Corp
It's 101 Dalmatians, I'm Cujo
Buddy got game, but the whistles on them white folks
Everybody got jokes, everybody laughing
Everybody got work, everybody trapping
Everybody Blood and everybody else Crip
But everybody surprised when the shan hit the fit
Cop did it acquit, scraps all the niggers get
Give 'em chains, give 'em whips, give 'em fame to make you rich
Wolves turn to poodles in the presence of the ritz
Guard dogs won't growl when their owners tell 'em sit
You watching from the porch, how you sitting on the fence
Cuz you was never on the field, we was planning our ascent
My folk was in the dope house for books and his rent
We did on the strength what you did for a mint
We was plotting on a yard, you was pleading for a inch
Middle finger to the bailiff and that pig on the bench
It's a war on the poor, I'm with the poor in the trench
Cuz the people is something you either for or against