Black Market Militia — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson The Final Call (feat. Abiodun Oyemole of The Last Poets)
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « The Final Call (feat. Abiodun Oyemole of The Last Poets) » de Black Market Militia.
Paroles
My lord, hear thy prayer
As we sit amongst our fathers.
From black Israelites to a liberal life, young guy from prison
Fight the system, Muslim, Jews and Christian
The hoodlum serving food in kitchens, politician, lawyers
Judges, destroy the brothers, amongst the youngsters
Dumpster, project hallways, equal more graves
Add it up, since the fourth grade, minus that, from the gun claps
Now divide that from the cats who ever slung crack, whoever done that
To all races, faces and man, with holes in his hand
Here will even embrace us, or rest our soul where we stand
My eyes, have seen hell, between jail, and bullet shells
Heard some words from the both Bushes yell
It ain’t kill Saddam, we build the 'Nam
Close both palms, shut my eyes, then reply
Old Jerusalem, we criminals, Subliminal’s clique
To Eilan live on, we toast to biblicial scripts, come on
I walk through the valley (of the shadow of death)
I fear nobody (there's no one left)
I read for my words (Elohim!)
I walk through the valley (of the shadow of death)
I fear nobody (there's no one left)
I rise like the sun, and shine
And I ain’t cryin', and I ain’t layin' down to dyin'
If I’m lyin', you can throw me off the Mountain of Zion
The law be like fuck this, trap 'em in a chair and fry 'em
I write doctrines, everything I spit is a psalm
Walk the hood, with holes in my feet and palms
Throw on crown made of ice, millennium Christ
I bled with Malcolm, til the struggle gave my life
I walk through the valley of death, scroched through hell’s fire
Cell 33's a lot, in Elmira, grew wiser
Learned my culture, from old timers
God conscious, made in an image, doing the knowledge
Like, extraterrestial beings, the all seeing
Out the sun roof screamin', clappin' the mack demon
My success is a journey, not a destination of faces
Snakes layin' in waiting, congrogatin' with Satan
Days of Gomorrah, need more, some water, I’m shakin'
My ancestors is cryin', I’m feelin' tears of the rain
Baptized in the Nile, and I’m trapped in pain
The Black Market (tact!)
The Black Market (tact!)
As it was in the beginning
So shall it be in the end
As we walk through the shadows of death
We’ll find a way to win
This is the last will and testament
Of a light that’s been dimmed
Of a heart that’s lost it’s rhythm
And attacks it’s own reflection
Eyes of a blind, to the beauty of themselves
And souls of the so sacred, books were written
Temples were built, Jesus was born
In the womb of our love, for mankind
And this is the last sacrament, this is the last offering
The last jester, to spark the fire, to lift the spirit
Before the light turns back to black
Before the waves become a tidal, before the moon bleeds rivers of despair
And the stars become black holes in the sky
This is a final call, a final message
To those who think they know, and those who don’t want to know
A damn thing.
Traduction des paroles
Mes ancêtres pleurent, je sens les larmes de la pluie
Baptisé dans le Nil, et je suis pris au piège de la douleur
Le marché noir (tact!)
Le marché noir (tact!)
Comme il était au début
Il en sera de même à la fin
Comme nous marchons à travers les ombres de la mort
Nous trouverons un moyen de gagner
C'est la dernière volonté et testament
D'une lumière qui a été tamisée
D'un cœur perdu c'est le rythme
Et attaque sa propre réflexion
Les yeux d'un aveugle, à la beauté d'eux-mêmes
Et les âmes du SI sacré, des livres ont été écrits
Des Temples ont été construits, Jésus est né
Dans le sein de notre amour, pour l'humanité
Et c'est le dernier sacrement, c'est la dernière offre de
Le dernier bouffon, de susciter le feu, pour élever l'esprit
Avant que la lumière ne redevienne noire
Avant que les vagues ne deviennent une marée, avant que la Lune saigne des rivières de désespoir
Et les étoiles deviennent des trous noirs dans le ciel
C'est un dernier appel, un dernier message
À ceux qui pensent savoir, et à ceux qui ne veulent pas savoir
Une putain de chose.