Bobby Gore - XIV [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I was raised
By the lords
In the 80s

Saw a lot of things man
It was crazee

But mainly
It was what I fucking learned

Seize the opportunity
You get a fucking turn

Gotta Keep ya mouth shut
And eyes wide

Keep it moving lord
Or you can get cha tongue tied

Cause these guys
You know
They never play it fair

Even tho we grew together
They don't eeeen care

Its like
Every nigga for himself

Can't even ask ya family
For some fucking help

So That's means
Gotta put ya self on

And keep the snakes
From talking on ya cell phone

Never do ya business
On ya email

& flood the block
With ya work
Like retail

Cause What you sell
Gotta make the fiends nod

Up in this hell
Life is s'pose to be hard

So
Go & do
What you got to do

Who can stop this
If They ain't giving us some food

The Food from wic
It'll Make ya pride sick

This brusing 5th
It can Make sure I get

A first class ticket Upstate

Or even worse
Trip On boat
Up a lake

This Verse is for the real
Not the fake

& you can have a chance
Just take it