Sweetness - Queens Get The Money [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Sweetness]
Ayyo, Queens Get the Money
And the Kings and Pawns still moving single spaces
Who woulda thought men of different races are at the same table saying graces
Imagine the day when Earth gets visited by stranger faces, and they actually tape it
Our history of many nations, put us in our places, why would you never wanna face it?
Came into this world right before the Blizzard of 93, life is cold, you must be mistaken
Tell him his name Jacob
Show him what he’s made of
The name of the man who wrestled with God himself just to secure his blessing
This life is gifted, why y’all stressing
This is all sacred land, tell me who’s oppressing
We all in this generation together, but in life we fight alone…
#5 Got jumped for his iPhone, left his 9 at home…
My human genome, rip the DNA apart and you can read my musical composition
The flags of my fathers, I’m the one with the torch to carry on the tradition
The new colossus, give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses
From the fields, to the coal mines, to the offices, I’m the one to all them that surpasses
I do this for the kids that tried to get rich but died climbin’, for them I’m still thrivin’
While the other guys crashin’, burnin’ and lyin’ like Whip Whitaker flyin’
You better tell ‘em Sweetness has the heart of Lion
Cause I’ve been slowly building my throne amongst the chaos like King Solomon on top of Mt Zion
Every empire is setup to crumble, Ozymandias in the desert turned to rubble
It took 10 years to say Rest in Peace to the Towers
All for one man, and you think the dead are the ones that need flowers
Fear the day the bombs stop falling while the bombers are alive
For every bomb is proof that the spirit has not died
No such thing as peace on Earth, but I find my peace every day
In an age of false idols and reproductions, who’s line is it anyway?
Bring back Drew Carey
If the price is right man is willing to do whatever’s scary
This is my revelation to the world, I am that I am
I’m the hand that pointed to the centerfield wall of the shot that defined true greatness
The same hand that raised a drink in the air after the holocaust and toasted L’Chaim