B-Baz - Independence Day [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: B-Baz]
Check!
Big City Nights!
B-B-A-Z

[Verse One: B-Baz]
"I think it's time to let this light of mine shine
Drop a dope beat, Imma drop nice rhyme"

That was the first line that I ever performed
On stage, 8th grade, man it made me feel empowered
Had me thinkin' up the words every time I showered
But I'd never tell my parents, damn, I was a coward

'Til one day, my rhyme book was taken
The cat was out the bag, goddamn, I swear I was shaken
Cause I knew my mama wouldn't approve
Sayin' that rap was for fools
And she ain't wanna see her baby on the news
She knew I was gentle, imagine what she envisioned
Gunshots to pipes, cars and "bad bitches"

But all my Philly niggas said my flow was really vicious
It's a miracle my mama never saw what I had written
But Pops was a witness - crisis averted
Surprised when it wasn't the raps he was concerned with

See back then, the biggest in the game was Curtis Jack
A big nigga rappin', gettin' bitches stayin' strapped
50 was crack - that's he was used to dealin'
But me rappin' about it? Man, that shit wasn't appealing

Even though the girls was finally talkin' to me - fuck it
By sophomore in high school, my rhyme book? I chucked it
Alright, I admit it, there's more - I omitted
Like fights I got into that fucked up my image

See, for a long time ya boy struggled for acceptance
But now I'm Fresh Prince, dog, I found my independence
Power of the pen showed the power from within
From the poetry to rap, full circle again

See, I had a new perspective, witty and introspective
Discarded all of my dreams of scientists and detectives
Started storytelling, guess I followed my roots
Every single line I rhymed came alive in the booth

Fell in love with the game, but it wasn't the same
If I make my own lane they'll remember the name
Niggas laughed and harassed, more than half of them ass
Out-rapped the unworthy, put the team on my back

Shouts out to my home boys in Wissahickon
Philly and Atlantic City, never give up spittin'
Some thought I was whack and they never failed to mention
But this is my story, motherfucker, pay attention

Cause for a long time ya boy struggled for acceptance
But now I'm Fresh Prince, dog, I found my independence
Power of the pen showed the power from within
From the poetry to rap, full circle again