C_Goomba - I Come From [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I Come From

I come from a place that is called ‘The concrete jungle’
Everyone acts like a primate, be on your toes because you may never know when you’re going to have to rumble

We have our own kingdom and monarchy
Drug lords are kings that cause and promote anarchy

People like you and me are at the bottom, simple but humble peasants
We do what we can to remain innocent and keep our essence

I come from a place where the projects are castles
Store clerks stay on their toes because crime is always a hassle

I come from a place where ultrasounds outweigh diplomas
Teen pregnancy spreads like cancerous cells in Lymphoma

I come from a place where every block can be a battlefield
Traffic is like cattle, and any wall and ally can be used as a shield

The street corner is like a watchtower where you can see everything go down
From cypher flows to people making deals to eat a meal or hear a gunshot sound

A five star cuisine is a good sandwich of ham and cheese
Thugs slap down D’s on the ground and getting legitimate green is a dream

I come from a place where much emphasis is put on the words ‘friend’ and ‘enemy’
No embrace from a mother or brother but we see sex and weed as our only remedy

Our elders go to church everyday and only look on and pray with pity as we corrupt ourselves
Lay your life on the table boy what will you do to get out and get wealth?

I come from a place where Hospitals and Funeral homes are any parent’s worst nightmare
Funerals are the only time all family gets together, your body the subject of interest as they stare

On but can you tell me which side won? The dirt as it consumes you by the heat of the sun
Got thousands of friends on facebook, but only are close to one, Post suggestive nudes

To all these obsessive dudes trying to holler, acting like ballers calling you beauty but you see

Dignity they have none. I come from a place where everyone has become brainwashed to hearing the same thing and condoning it’s fruits

Beg for change yet persecutes any prophet and mood that is willing to bring light into this the darkest of days

I come from a place of sadness where it’s hard to let go
I come from a place the upper class calls the ghetto

To my little brothers and sisters, don’t be like me but be better than me
I may live in the ghetto, but the ghetto don’t live in me