B Nice - Stairway To Heaven [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying the stairway to heaven


[Verse 1]
Little Mike is young he's only 14
A super bright kid with a low self estim
His parents moved him in so he's new to the scene
He's jump into different schools man hold the trampolines
He's bullied everyday and feels nobody cares
He answer right to the question and everybody [?]
Kids hate him cause he's smart the world's unfair
Teachers don't even notice his, he know they care
He goes home and tell his mama he loves her
And on the outside he's looking wormer than some covers
But on the inside he's feeling colder than december
Just no one to [?], the pain is all he remembers
Top joy he found his dad's gun and loads it up
Took last one tought and then he holds it up
He pulls the trigger so the world he will escape
But little would he know his parents mourn everyday


[Hook]
Look at the sky, look at the moon
Say I'm comming [?] to do
I can't walk, I gotta run
Tell me where's my gun
[?] I need air
And my exit out ou there
I need to find my starway to heaven


[Verse 2]
Ashley was the cutest girl you'd ever meet
She had the sweetest heart and the presence of a tree
Not only brings it beauty but her body was [?]
Any man with two eyes would tell you [?] to see
Her mother said [?] dress
So anytime you out make sure you cover up your chest
No need to tell me mom I was [?] up with respect
Wich I could say the same with every dude that she has met
Well here's another guy but he's a little older
I can buy you things, he even drive a Range Rover
[?]
But she ain't givin' sex so he gives her the cold shoulder
I got a place to go so we can escape
The only thing on her mind is a perfect first date
He's pressin' for the sex her and all fustrate
So he knocks her inconscient it's easy way for him to rape


[Hook]


[Verse 3]
Trayvon aka T-Killer
A street phamacist what you call a drug dealer
He's all about that life so it get's no realer
And if you talkin' sick still he still is a great healer
Car sleepin' with his boys doin' durt
And it's his second strike and third one no really hurt
So now he has to choose, street life or go to work
That's life behid bars [?]
Time flies but he's out doin' good
[?] by his boys and bein' strapped in the hood
Took a step back and let it go like he should
Bought a pocket full of candies on the corner where he stood
One more hit to leak them I'm stoppin'
Not the right move I took the leak with lil caution
Surrounded by them boys, goin' back is not a option
Shoot out with the cops, hit twice and now he's droppin'


[Hook]