Carter D a.k.a. MillionA' - Mumma Sita [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Mumma Sita

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

No
No

Let me tell you about this beautiful mumma Sita
Her Man used to beat her
Anytime eyes came near her
He would be there with a glare to greet her

Defeat her
Over and over retreat her
Till there was nothing left
But a half crescent moon
She clutches to her chest
Hoping that he won't leave her

She wants to cut these strings

But she given him her best

Faith has fallen

Self pitty rises

Inside her chest

Invisible cages circle
Her heart and mind
She watches birds on
TV fly free
So she can forget about
The key master for a little time

And bee

To
Restore faith
Hope that there is an answer

But the light is constantly fading
In the eyes of this tiny dancer

She knows not to blame the person just the devil inside
She bit off more than she could chew
Trying to sooth his demons inner child



She clutches her pillow at night
Swears to god 
That she will hate all men forever
Just get me out of this rotten club
She now too smells like dirty leather

The next time he walks through the door
With her hands on this bat
She swings as hard as her daddy taught her
Knocked out flat X1

Chorus

Don't underestimate the tiny dancer
Spinning too fast
Bruises heal
But looks last forever X1

Don't underestimate the tiny dancer


Like a dirty beat from a ghetto blaster

Verse

The ambulance comes to take him away
By his bedside she sits
She will never stray

I'm sorry she crys it's not my fault
Something just came over me
Like the combination to a vault

I only swung once and didn't know the combination
I know these numbers were passed to you from another  but in a different situation

Do you forgive me baby
Cause I always forgive you
I like the grass when it's long and green
Before you flatten it with your shoe

She closes her eyes 
Away to another place
Her finger tips soft touching the side of his face

She pitchers the mud below the long grass
Her fingers become softer as she strains out his old first to last

With a simple combination a 2 and a 3
She takes 1 from 3
Pulls her eye away
Feelings seeps in...
FREE

She makes her way home and gathers her things
No note left
Now only a tan line for a ring

Chorus

Don't underestimate the tiny dancer
Spinning too fast
Bruises heal
But looks last forever X3

Don't underestimate the tiny dancer


Like a dirty beat from a ghetto blaster