AJ 773 - Crystal Clear [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

We tap the blunt because life is hard
If you don't know when he's speaking it's really hard to reply to God

[Verse 1]

You ever felt like a motherless child?
Going years and walking miles while you lacking smile?
Every mistake that you make they're judging you, no trial
But when you at your best it really ain't nobody around
Drastic measures, feasible when you out of options
I see this shit crystal clear nigga, I ain't Fetty Wappin'
12 lurking on the gram steady robocoppin'
To ease the mental pain they sip purple life ending concoctions
I got this, in my bag like Meek with the corn rows
Instead of trying to enlist hoes, I was studying my flows
To experience more growth and not being broke
Pockets vacant, waiting in anticipation for payment
Crazy how the hunger for more make my lyrics amazing
And these bitch niggas putting on a show steady Ricky Lakin'
Can't miss my opportunity like Ken Basin
For the hating, success, frustration, I'm bracin'
My mind and soul cause Lucy ain't getting shit
I reminisce on a time when a young king was ignorant
To the evils of the world and that cold reality
Of black men in America and guarding my heritage powerfully
You wanna know why pain resides behind these eyes?
Cause hair like mine, and brown eyes, and melanin considered downsides
Nowadays it's hard to write without cryin'
Or walking to the corner store with a hoodie on without fear of dyin'
Or asking for the truth without somebody lyin'
I'm just eyeing departing this Hell, first class to Zion
My testimony strike fear into who you thought was tough nigga
No discussion nigga, let me change the subject nigga
Cause the truth may not be the truth, depending on who's the victor
Trying to stay sane, not placing blame, and goin' off the rictor
Prayin' to God wondering if the call connect
Feeling breathless, the American flag tied around my neck
At nights in the studio murdering every beat I'm hopping on
Next morning asking you, if you want Parmesan or provolone
Ain't no shame bout it
None of my hustle is in vain
Hope I don't make it and be ashamed of what I became
Closed minded thoughts and tunnel vision assault my mind frame
My optimistic spirit slain, no more kicking it, Liu Kang
Morale sinking as my sympathy goes down the drain
Trying to keep my head up is kind of like dodging the rain
Cheating death, playing with time, life never been a game
Depression like a freight train makin' my brain strain, dang
Making my brain strain

[Hook]

We tap the blunt because life is hard
If you don't know when he's speaking it's hard to reply to God
Trying to put us behind bars
They putting babies in these graveyards

We tap the blunt because life is hard
If you don't know when he's speaking it's hard to reply to God
It don't seem like we're going far
Is this how they want us to play our cards?

We tap the blunt because life is hard
If you don't know when he's speaking it's hard to reply to God
Tired of not doing nothin'
We ought to be doing somethin'

[Verse 2]

Niggas steady tellin' me "You gotta pay the cost to be the man."
But most y'all idols pale in comparison and need a tan
I ain't even need a hook for this, I been fly as Peter Pan
Above petty shit and better off, so I don't need a hand
I peep game watch ass kissers and suck ups
Rise above endowed and troubled minds cuffed up
And caged and sent down the river, labeled worthless niggas
They were caught, that's where they and COs differ
I'm watching my generation crumble one status at a time
They need to turn up, it ain't no more substance in the rhymes
Consumed by the world, before God says it's their time
Now their Sunday Christian relatives have tears in their eyes
The date was May 8th, I began contemplate how long it may take
To reach my pinnacle, build a foundation for my namesake
I seen the insides, I'd rather be out
Did sentence no comma God willing with periods I leave out
I'm riding in the passenger of my aunt whip headed east on the 80
Impatiently waiting for this Subway lady to pay me
Praying I find the motivation today to not be lazy, lately
Halley's Comet ain't been in my night skies, it's been grey see?
I been down cause my friends disappeared like Houdini
Claim to care, say they'll be there, but they never see me
And the girl I want and need distant physically
My haircut game fucked up to add insult to injury
Decibel jeans, black Nike hoodie, weather somewhat sunny
Stomach screaming hungry for food, and a little bit of money
But I wonder, do it matter? Everything got me thinking
Kendrick told me money can't cure a suicidal weakness
But I'm God fearing so that's never an option
Feel like I'm boxing, just put the gloves on and life is Bernard Hopkins

Ghost

[Hook]

[Outro]

Free all the innocents. Rest in peace to everybody that's lost their life to nothing