Xali - Nat Turner 1 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Xalic versions of hell
Wiping the blood up off my fingers from the virgins I've felt
Got different images of women from the pussies I've held
I'm talking church girls, Christians who wanted sin for themselves
Now hear the rebel on the level, higher than you perceive
I never planted these seeds
I only reap from the leaves
Garden of Eden in my soul
Smoking heavenly trees
A new message from God
Video scenes in my dreams
'Back To The Future' in my mind slowly showed me the lies
What they really intend and how I'm s'pose to survive
Now fuck the system from behind
Never loving the stakes
Just put your dick in it's mouth
And tell 'em fuck what they say
The resurrection of expression where the lyrics is cold
Know that my knowledge is raw, with such incredible flow
You ask about me in a church they say I'm missing a soul
But check my heart for location, you'll see I'm missing a hole
Now peep the cheeba in his pupils, I was born with these eyes
Niggas fighting to live, so you was born to survive
Reap the reefer in my mind
Fog away, yeah, my life
Cut my brain from my mouth
Toss away with the knife
The hardest house slave alive
Memories in time
Still got resentment towards my master
Memories in mind

Swear I'm tired of abuse
Let it feel it's own trigger
I'mma take my own freedom, go and free my own niggas
Run with God and the ganja
Higher than you could think
Sitting on heavenly steps then stoop to say what I think
Cover your lips, cover your leers
Don't see my pain
'less you need food for thought
Let it feed your brain
Leave no proof of any threat
Keep that all in your chest
I hope you lacking a heart, they only loving you less
Never trust a nigga grinning
Say he wish me the best
But deep down they Judas, they know they wishing for death
Now hear my mind, screaming at the top of it's lungs
Innocent souls
Leaking from those choppers and guns
How bad, you gotta aim at a baby because he is trained
Little Afghan soldiers, suicide bombers insane
Feel American war
Feel American whores
Fear American terror, average where havoc is poured
Black mask on your Maybach
Break the glass on the door
Robbin' for the poor my nigga
Now tell me what to take
Tell me what to take
Different pain killer pills
Just to try and keep me sane
Need the one that's for pleasure
Tryn'a numb my brain
I can't feel my heart, I can't feel my face
Ill minded because I'm lost in translation
Come and find me before I'm lost in my hatred
Hate to do this
My limit so roofless
Rhyming so ruthless so niggas know what the truth is