The Regiment - Gray Level [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Welcome to the team, hand broke the heel
The Hollywood lights, Murphy ain't real
Just the posh behind us steal poverty
The system broke us all, behold
The metaphor of the system as a whole
Trapped in the old of prison
Call me the assistant, smile when you visit
But enter at your own risk
Cause slugs hit harder than your fist
Make the fist unclench, throw it over here
Cause slap still is 'like return serves at the Wimbledon
It's the feeling in the mindset, timeless, minutes that we wasted'
Yeah, we tired of the same old
Excuses take us back the direction we came from
Black or white ain't the color of the game
The future of our world's in the grays
Yeah, we tired of the same old
Excuses take us back the direction we came from
Black or white ain't the color of the game
The future of our world's in the grays
No big apple, just rotten to the core
Yes, we still riding for a cause
No brotherly love'
Don't call it writing for applause, but applaud, hold up
Now take a second, wait, now grab the iron pawn, let's get it straight
It's 2013'and the city minorities ain't got what it takes
Check the demographics in the MA, tragic
Ku Klux Klan spinning, howls, black and brown
'on the south west side and the polish culture
Residing'with the Asian population
What remains is either Arabic or Caucasian
Yeah, we tired of the same old
Excuses take us back the direction we came from
Black or white ain't the color of the game
The future of our world's in the grays
Yeah, we tired of the same old
Excuses take us back the direction we came from
Black or white ain't the color of the game
The future of our world's in the grays
Unemployed, paranoid, we avoid the truth for satisfaction and fun
'and low guns focus street lights in slums and grapple for crumbs
Intent to sell it, plan to make a million, praying this ticket the winner
No soft for the winner, just lotto and liquor
On the corner staring at the side flicker
Greedy weed, bullet proof when you inner
It's the mix paradox, no detox or flavor
But we good, feeling loose, rolling down the street
Sipping on some gin and juice, debating
That we starve or ride for a hobby, resume, suit and tie in the lobby'
Yeah, we tired of the same old
Excuses take us back the direction we came from
Black or white ain't the color of the game
The future of our world's in the grays
Yeah, we tired of the same old
Excuses take us back the direction we came from
Black or white ain't the color of the game
The future of our world's in the grays