Capital R - City Life [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Hook]

[Verse 1]

Graffiti scrawled walls, Bandanas over faces
Gangs are all scared, representing where their place is
It's beef season, streets get scarier
Covering large areas like wide-spread malaria
Postcode, colours, got ‘em looking over shoulders
Ink on the skin represents fallen soldiers
Everyday’s different; some might be violent
Talking to the cops, gets met with a silence
Gun shots echo, Women run screaming
Bullets that stray stops innocent's breathing
Bleeding - Drug money got ‘em all wild
Like a pack of a wolves in the youth of a child
They all seem to pack, shanks in their trousers
Gats; baseball bats restore power
Organised brawls, secret phone calls
Leave ‘em all a message, tag it on the wall

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

There's trash everywhere, streets littered in their filth
These underage mums get left with the kids
It's Monday; job centre’s filled to the brink
Jobseekers happy when they sign to the ink
Post office queues lining up to the doors
Bus stops congregate, restless to board
Rush hours hectic; Travel with the stress
Public transport is sluggish at its best
Travellers unhappy, passengers are ‘aggy
9 to 5 workers upset with the service
Newspapers purchase, feet feel weakened
Plan out the evening, looking to the weekend
Night time city life social disorder
Full of drunk types; vomit in the corner
Many different cultures features, faces
All types of races, it varies in places

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

These open drug shotters, with no sense of shame
Keep it from the coppers they stacking up the ‘papes
Hustlin’ the game, these benefit fraudsters
Local tax dodgers, working on the corner
Immigrants wait for the day that they raid
Happy to be paid even though it's under wage
They all know the law, their passports are hidden
15 hour work days, happy to be living
Kids cause mischief, others join gangs
Pressured by their peers, the cave to their fear
Pickpocket robbery, family dishonesty
All types of crime using fear as a policy
Over population, big opportunity
Others move away; they can't take the lunacy
Everythin’ we earn gets burnt, it's berserk
We live just to work, this life is a curse

[Hook]