Baliva - Broken Home [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

CHORUS
Though the locusts broke your home
I'm a take back what they stole
Mend the bits of broken soul
Now you still gotta have hope

VERSE ONE
In a moment you're sixteen, chilling with your lover
Next you're seventeen, about to be father
Never thought that life would take us down this road
Two lost souls, too young with no control

Some wanted him gone even before his life began
We said never that, let's run for the hills
Took a bit of time, Took another risk
Put my life on the line, because his life is mine

I can't believe I’m sitting here in this hospital
The doctor said you can cut his umbilical
I hold him in my arm, My finger fills his palm
A love like no other, a son and his father

Not going to be another young black statistic
I'll Be there for my son, work hard till I feel sick
Never knew that he'd be gone. Now I'm wondering where to find him
Where do I belong?

CHORUS
Though the locusts broke your home
I'm a take back what they stole
Mend the bits of broken soul
Now you still gotta have hope

VERSE TWO
My reason for life was gone when I lost my son

A walking carcus is what I had become

Many wounds to heal, like a war veteron

Fell in love with the green hurb, trying to ease the hurt

They say black males, we're all wasted and jaded

They don’t see the point, life is complicated

On the surface they see me young and free, no responsibility

They love to envy my freedom But what kind of liberty is this

My heart is in a chain and all I feel is shame

Every child deserves to grow up with their real father

Tried to play my role, Became a man in that golden archer

Scrambled lungs, so we speak in different tounges

Jammed ears, so all we hear is interferqnce

Lost in our battle against the darker powers

The Cold War will finish with Love & perseverance


CHORUS
Though the locusts broke your home
I'm a take back what they stole
Mend the bits of broken soul
Now you still gotta have hope


VERSE THREE

Lost a lot of time for me and my son to connect

Wish i could watch as he took his first step

Wish i could sit for that boys to man prep

Right now i pass the knowledge of these life & times

So you don't have to go and step on that same mine

When it blow’s it hurts, it's all collateral damage

To all those in broken homes I truly understand it

Life is not perfect, when you look at your frame

No way to explain how it feels to be a father

You lose the one you love, it will always leave a scar

We try to heal the pain and wipe away the shame

Drinking southern Comfort will never bring you comfort

We need to go through it and find true healing

Just open up your fist and embraced Gods Grace

The pain we feel is real but spirit he will heal

Just open up your heart and recieve true peace

CHORUS
Though the locusts broke your home
I'm a take back what they stole
Mend the bits of broken soul
Now you still gotta have hope