Barak The Rapper - Black Chucks [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Barak The Rapper]
August Baby
Hot head act crazy
Get it done on your own
That's how my parents raised me
Bring it back, maybe
To when I first heard
The real Slim Shady
Guess that's my blueprint
Become the next Jay Z
Furthermore, world tour
Trying to get my numbers up
They always keeping score
My team always believe
That's who I do it for
Told 'em we gon make it
Even when they close the door
For them I'll give my all
And for me they'll go to war
That's why I keep 'em close
In my heart, at my core
In the same location
Where I grew up by the shore
Cause this uptown shit is, forever more

[Hook: Barak The Rapper]
Take a stroll
Walk in my shoes
When your feet get tired
And your toes get bruised
You really feel my pain
Know I paid my dues
Long nights stayed awake
Wait for good news
In my black chucks
Black chucks, black chucks
Walk my own path
No ifs, or buts
In my black chucks
Black chucks, black chucks
The movement, moving
They ain't stoppin' us

[Verse 2: Barak The Rapper]
Flow so cold
Yet I'm out here in a t-shirt
Eating beats daily
Sweet like dessert
Big show poppin'
Never have to rehearse
Oh these rappers coming up
Im thinking me first
Want your music not to suck?
Get off your knees first
These hoes are like sprite
Swear that I can see the thirst
Got these haters in a quandry
They all washed up
Like I'm out here doing laundry
Flows on monotony
Hit wardogg, drop the beat
Yo you got me
Told me to go off
Video shoot at the loft
Viagra with these rhymes
Swear I'm never going soft
Only selling out at a show
So tell me what's the cost
Ain't been here from the start
Won't be there now
Cry me a river dog
Like a december cloud
Hit Tim for the party
Got the weed on loud
Bags by the pound
Now tell me how that sound?

[Verse 3: Barak The Rapper]
In my black chucks
Black chucks, black chucks
Made a promise to my dad
I'll get him big bucks
You can have a lot of talent
But you need a little luck
Not holding nothing back
I don't wanna end up stuck
Its just me and who I started with
That's why we coming up
Might catch me spit a freestyle
With this whiskey in my cup
Every time we in this bitch
Man we not giving a fuck
And if I order a couple more
It means I haven't had enough
Shit maybe I did
I'm just a grown up kid
Life lessons, post pubescent
Finding out that now
Is not the real present
I learned a lot
But in essence
Your personality will always be
Your only weapon
Waking up tomorrow
In the clothes that I slept in
I'll be coming back home
I just hope they can accept him
For what it is
For what he's worth
Knowing that I put in work
Celebrate with me
Pop it open
And lose the cork