Split Prophets - Sitations [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Upfront MC]
History starts in a dark place
Where the heart races
And t'scarred face man wrote arm with a sharp blade (?)
A place where too make lives have been hard fakin'
Where the victims left on streets bleeding like sharks ate them
Feds hate them
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Due to abusive heroin usage in the park adjacent to the station
Loss of hues in the arm what a harsh payment
Turnin' his back on his demons, feelin' he can't face them
Starts hating people judging envy (?) cause their pasts taken
But he ain't goin' nowhere quick fiending for exits (?)
Injecting browns in his legs now his arms are septic
Change the perspective to a place that's respected
A place where money rules the heads of detectives
That they've selected
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Jason made his name by protectin' major business investments
And it's treated like he runs the city sitting comfortably
Above all the so called criminals in slum committees
Even though he's basically making money by working for bankers
Who take the money before they escape the country
Moving again to next, lady named Becks who's vexed
Feelin' ashamed cause she's made to be sellin' sex on the streets
And she weeps because it's deep with no self respect
And no food, it's true, life gets difficult to digest
Sometimes, this world is unkind, far from bizzare
There's some cry, Becks is a young bright woman
Who starts to see the sunshine
But all she gets is a rainy reception of baby inspection
Now she's made the selection, feeling crazy depression


[Verse 2: Hi-Res]
It all started when she moved from her mum's to her dad's plot
She's knocking shots, not stoppin' got in crack slots
Back drop's looking kinda bleak and she's plotted robbing cash docks
Coffin dodgin', boppin' back to smack squats
Lost in the promise of the high
But it's real in the field if the field's called life
Short sighted types, like to fight, find her on a grimy night
The rest is on tonight at 9 and stretched to call it right
This life that the poor are livin'
Some sought t'abort the mission
Some caught and brought to prison
But mum your son's though and short on visions
Some gone I sorely miss 'em
Victims to the draw they're given
Victims to the lord that grips them
Law that's written shittin' on the poor in Britain
While the media deceives us with greed, sluts and morbid killings
Take Michael for instance, his wife and his infants
Are broke no hope in the life
Nights their lights who are flickerin'
No money for food who's gonna pay the bills?
Make a mil from nothin' but puffin' to take away the chills
Thought nothing coulda made them feel the way they did
The bailifs kicked their door through raw
To take their shit, the more they saw it made them switch
They hated it, homeless with no place to kip
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To take the shit from off their shoulders
Hold the weight that takes a major lift
Took rounds of browns and blazin' it
No purpose, feeling worthless, social service take away the kids
And blame them for they way they lived
The pain made Michael take his grip off life
And now he's blazed a bit too much and met the maker with the needle
What a waste and people say it's just the way it is
People say it's just the way it is
Yeah it's just the way it is
It's just the way it is