Смысл текста песни "Don't Get Captured" исполнителя "Run The Jewels"

[Killer Mike:]

Hello from a Little Shop of Horrors,

Ski mask like a Phantom of the Opera,

Go cold like the land of Chicago,

Child soldiers sprayin' the chopper.

But you don't give a fuck, that's them, though,

'Til a peasant put a pistol in your window,

You ain't really need that chain,

You ain't really need that ring,

You ain't really need them thangs.

Snow on The Bluff showed up,

With the slums in the city blown up,

Now the white folks showed up,

Everything bought sold up.

Ngas assed out,

Ngas po'd up,

Politicians so corrupt,

Sold our black ass out.

Really ain't color, my brother here

In Cabbagetown they put they white-ass out.

Truth been told, I'm out!

[Hook:]

He in here,

Me in here,

We in here

Don't get captured!

No cryin' here,

Just do your dirt and disappear,

Don't get captured!

Then lay it low,

Take it slow

And reappear,

Don't get captured!

Return us,

Victorious,

Smoke pounds of kush,

Don't get captured!

[El-P:]

Good day from the house of the haunted,

Get a job, get a house, get a coffin,

Don't stray from the path, jus' stay where you at, it maximizes our profit.

Is that blunt?

Oh well, hell, so's this boot.

We live to hear you say "please, don't shoot!"

A pure delight, c'mon, make my night when I file reports, what's right's what I write.

Snuff films air all night 'till your last sane thought take flight,

What a great sight,

What a job, what a good life!

The more we act wrong, the more we are right,

And who exactly gon' stop what we got?

We don't argue,

We are not calm and impartial,

Some call it work, but it's more like an art, we just paint the walls with your heart, and we better not catch you.

[Hook:]

He in here,

Me in here,

We in here

Don't get captured!

No cryin' here,

Just do your dirt and disappear,

Don't get captured!

Then lay it low,

Take it slow

And reappear,

Don't get captured!

Return us,

Victorious,

Smoke pounds of kush,

Don't get captured!