Speed on the Beat - Religious Politics (Losing Faith in Humanity) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One: Speed on the Beat]
Gods have the best interests in hand?
But with murderers and abusers, I just don't understand...
The plan of the religious, while they're just passing out pans
Seems the most polished plays pave their way to promised lands
While we still wait on acres, the mules we're supposed to own?
Well, they revolt against us, and it's strange, son
Because they do it with a smile, try to sell us a dream while they...
Are all holding the ground, all of it now!
Try to give us peace, when there is war all around
Steal your house and resell it. Beeyotch, no money down
And crowd around, while vultures go 'head and pick off the crown
And Muppets chant the same shit, "where's your Messiah...now?"
And it's Crystal, little Billy, who's trying to keep us down
It's not a black or white thing, it just festers and boils around
So, for those that want to keep jocking and jiving for the rounds
Of applause, they sicken me. So, no money for these clowns

[Hook: Speed on the Beat]
Feels like we're backsliding (It's just Religious Politics again)

[Verse Two: Speed on the Beat]
The government seems to have our best interest at heart?
Wiretaps to circumvent this so-called freedom
Giving us the Young Money treatments, fucking us like every girl
But Obama just kind of made it seem obvious
Water gates pushed through White waters...
Government handouts, leading us all to slaugther
I know this's kind of different from my usual...
But, I've got to reach y'all with something that you're not used to
Paying lobbyists and watching them flip-flop
Staging fights for the masses, Love and Hip-Hop
Public? Kind of jostling. And the Prez? Stevie J
But we haven't figured out how to pimp this shit yet
While they still make the face, showing us how good they got us
Pockets rise above, but we still try to stop it
Calling them un-American, calling them traitors
But the ones in Washington are the real turncoats...and the haters

[Hook: Speed on the Beat]
Feels like we're backsliding (It's just Religious Politics again)

[Verse Three: Speed on the Beat]
Boys surpassing their fathers, girls looking like their mothers
Guess we'll have to go 'head, blame THIS shit again on Obama
And they want to legalize this and that, but fail to understand
That the issues in our homeland expand past those felt by a few
So they want to excel? Then it starts from within
Make the homeland green, then others can fit in
We are all green anyway, it's elementary...
Like a six-year-old me, passing the cemetery to get to school
Kind of symbolic, because I bury your figures
With a flurry of stickers, curry y'all niggas like rat stew
Don't make me go Ann Curry y'all niggas
Cancel yo' fame and spotlight before your time is due (Ah-choo!)
Excuse me, man. I'm allergic to fuckery
And you fucking with me is something you shall not do
Run through your crew with no hammers, no blammers
Just two fist and a blade, and watch what this "Munchkin" do

[Outro]
You can shoot me all you want, the oversoul protects me
You sold all your credentials trying to catch me
But why? I'm just trying to elevate...
To get you to the next level, but minus the weed (minus the weed)

[Hook]

[Backmasked instrumental until end]