Benjamin Earl Turner - Young Life [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Benjamin Earl Turner & Jean Deaux] (x2)
Young life, young love
Young rhymes, young strug'
Young death, oh no, oh yes
Old heads, old hate
Old lies, old girls
Oh world, oh why, why oh, why oh, oh why

[Verse 1: Benjamin Earl Turner]
Young me in a young world
In the young bay, with oh girl
Oh why I, say hi I
My Syhi had warned me, this OG, E-40
He told me when to go
Gotta old soul, got mojo, like jojo
Young genius, straight baldwin
Young Garvey, catch me on young Harley's
Ridin', r-ridin' with old and young homies
I'm young and I'm lonely, old women console me
Young never alone, oh my God, can you hold me
Young nights with my old friends
And old fights that got young ends
And young men up in a old jail
All cause of how them young O's sell
It's like oh well, I need young guap, it's like old hell
In these young streets, took a young beat and a young flow, made young dro
Got the old high, got the young high
Got the young fire, I need me a young empire
Y'all young squires, I'm a young sire
Ya'll young dumb, full of cum
Don't run, run from problems
Hi son y'all young guns
Like big guns or horizons
I'm an Injun like Rev Run
Booth is my pulpit, but I'm DMC like Rev Run
Teach lessons like Indians, it's my young opinion
I need a Pocahontas or Sacogewea
Let go of your sack of the weed
Cause I'm high off this

[Hook: Benjamin Earl Turner & Jean Deaux] (x2)

[Verse 2: Benjamin Earl Turner]
I don't know why old hate seems to thrive
The young seem to die, who swatting the young fly
We selfish, Caught in I, you still serving 8 balls
Young hustle got old now, old trap got you locked down
But I been on lock down, writing my young plot down
To get my young 15 minutes and then clock out
Live like an aborigines in dugout
Still have a house made of money
Young cottage cheese, I know I'm healing this with no apology
Some say they're killing it, what a dichotomy
Scroll in a bottle type flow up their satellite
Don't know which way it's 'gon go like hermaphrodite
Me young machete sharpening old butter knife
Iron on iron or these shots are fired
From iron to iron, then red lights, loud siren
The old keep on drinking, praying, or thinking
The young out here warring, aborting, in court
For a quarter less caution then they prolly needed
Wish I coulda seen 2Pac hair line receding
Wish I knew how to do that circular breathing
I'm all that so Cainan, that far west of Eden
That book that I wrote and I hope that you reading

[Hook: Benjamin Earl Turner]