A.S.H.E.S the Chosen - No Apologies (A.S.H.E.S: The First Call) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro:
It’s instincts
It’s morals
And everything in between

Chorus:
I can’t fall down in my knees
And apologize to you
Cuz that ain’t my style

I can’t fall down in my knees
And apologize to you
Cuz that ain’t my style

Verse 1:
Nigga these streets got sewers that’ll swallow you whole
Be knee deep in manuer
Gotta roll with your chrome
Niggas wanna know what makes me tick
How my flow can be the anecdote
Yet be so sick
How on my 10th birthday
When I ain’t get shit
Except for my cousin’s death
And ain’t cry one bit
Understand this ain’t your run of the mill boy
It’s real round here
Any day can get killed boy
I know it takes some getting used to
No promised future
Cuz niggas might shoot you
Round here, it’s not Pops just Moms
Your world’s got pros
Our world’s got cons
Standing on this corner
Got my hands in my pockets
Cuz it’s freezing plus it’s raining
We just trying to make a profit
Round here you gotta sense that danger
Here father’s is strangers
But it gets stranger
So…

Chorus:
I can’t fall down in my knees
And apologize to you
Cuz that ain’t my style

I can’t fall down in my knees
And apologize to you
Cuz that ain’t my style

Verse 2:
We share beds here so it’s hard to sleep
Even ladies preach bravery to the Nth degree
Round here you survive on homeboy Love
The kind that’ll make you clip up
Take your homeboy’s slug
When you poor you fill your dreams up with what you would be
Til reality wakes you up and drags you back to the scene
You ever had to fight to belong
Only to make it right and have them tell you our shit was wrong
You ever stood small and had to fight big
Lost and Mama made you hit the streets to fight that kid again
Cuz Mama ain’t raise no punk
Daddy’s gone
Plus these streets is tough
You ever stood with outstretched hands
Coppin’ pleas from life cuz you didn’t understand
You ever felt like a failure
Cuz you came up short in life like a small size tailor
If so…

Chorus:
I can’t fall down in my knees
And apologize to you
Cuz that ain’t my style

I can’t fall down in my knees
And apologize to you
Cuz that ain’t my style

Verse 3:
Your mama ever knelt on bending knee
Praying to God
Or begging that welfare man to let that check be
You ever had fake clothes and got your front on
Come home to see your whole life was on your front lawn
You ever ate your dinner with your hands
Cuz there was no silverware
Or ate your dinner from a can
You ever walked around like “Fuck it! Try me!”
Cuz you was angry at the world like “Why me?”
You ever had to sell your mama work
To keep your mama out the streets
And keep them dealers out her skirt
You ever had to pray for better days?
Or had to close your eyes to make them prison bars go away?
Yeah that’s what life’s bout here
So it’s never bout wrong or right here
It’s survival of the fittest every minute
Cuz one minute you’re here
The next minute your finished
Every night you gotta fight where I’m from
Wrong or right this is life in the slums
One

Chorus:
I can’t fall down in my knees
And apologize to you
Cuz that ain’t my style

I can’t fall down in my knees
And apologize to you
Cuz that ain’t my style

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