【WinWinWiiin】Let me tell you now～歌詞の意味を考察！誰もがみな未来の勝者【Zinee】～

Today I prayed to God that I would see my relatives again or instead, if imperial ships would have their way with the ocean, as they always do. partition the motherland into theirs & ours. banish the children of diaspora to foreign soil send them back to a home that forgets them, & then send them back to the gates of the promised land, watch it spit in their face. my people must be a pendulum of unwanted life always in motion bodies in the water overturning in warning quickly flipping breast, back breast, back breast, back brown limbs propel ships to colonies colonial shipments of cotton & saltwater bones water churns murky where they buried Bin Laden in aqua grave brown folks stay quiet while everyone else cheers at the coastline. how quickly they see us for oil, how profit takes the raw goods & makes a terrorist makes us look like terrorist makes us terror My American Dream is to be seen with my face above the surface remix a narrative of drowning into sunlight & oxygen. brown faces start to look like paint  smear underneath 2000 tons of water pressure. “I’m sorry I can’t tell the difference. You people all look the same to the ocean.” I pray with a puddle of loose blood in my palms sell my science for a seance to resurrect my ancestors maybe they found the right words to make a traitorous survival to nod & grit teeth as gratitude siphoned from their jawlines no more prayers for Dead Religion, they say instead not to God or his servants but to the fucking Ship itself praise! the way its flags ripple! signal! arrival to some supple cinnamon land where animals cower & women are fertile deliverance with choked tongue Today they build a religion out of the fuel. burn the bread that lines their stomachs & curse the wind that carries them Have you ever seen a medium worship the message that passes through it how they find a new name for God for every lost traveler stumbles drunk into mother’s home rather be the light in your language the maps you trust & the sea holding you gently between two fingers tendrils of deep space drag me by the clavicle gravity center to the ocean floor makes soup of my waist. split open. always a binational allegiance a migraine caused by this dimension. or that. the acidic relapse of a boy never learned his roots a boy never let go of his roots same boy forgets to look at the heavens misses the drone breathing his air crept silent & slow as a prayer when I say we got the whole world on our side I mean the earth is counting on us I mean the protector will be a feminine shade too dark who has been here since the earth I used to recite prayers only in my head & now I want to sing them em in a chorus  confuse the unison for anonymity solace in the empty between us all worship to some home never claimed some brown boy with & without his roots hand with God & hand with Ship deliver us to fertile soil ameen