Chaplin - Colours [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:Chaplin

I’m Balling
Bills are poring
Real life is boring
The world as you know it is falling
The poor ignored … God is touring
Just to remind us that we gonna win regardless
This one is for the little
The honest, the bully, the soldiers
No one deserves a bullet
Dying for a lack knowledge
Drinking and orgy’ing
Fucking your genes that’s all you do in college
Disciples on payroll
Paying impostors
Satan is real
He’s no fantastic monster
Marching, marching
That’s all we do
We talk louder
Avoiding the real issues
See. ..There is no justice
Just real hostage …You can be real
Playing imaginary bosses
You’re bluffing … Go on
With your “Poker Face”
Popping bottles uh!
We’re slaved … Why you’re celebrating…

Chorus:Chaplin

I’m on my gangsta s**t
I’m on that soldier s**t
‘Cause nobody’s going to save my soul for me!

I’m on my gangsta s**t
I’m on that soldier s**t
‘Cause nobody’s going to save my soul for me!

The Devil try to “Holla”
Every time I need a dollar
But I don’t eat the salad
My faith is too solid

The system is garbabe
I try to get more knowledge
“Colours” is symbolic
I will always be a problem

Verse 2:Chaplin

He said I wear blue
‘Cause the sky was stolen from me
Most of the time
The sun is hiding from me
The blunt smoke
Make the clouds’ nonexistent
I guess the weed it’s the only green
Out there for me
I got the blues
I shouldn’t let a bird sing it for me
But fam’ is water
They’re out there breathing for me
Switch to red
The colour of blood
Results for never seeing
The colour of love
Imagine …
I’ve bleed on the Devil’s dresses
Burned his dressing room
He doesn’t get the message … yeah!
Just like God never got the memo
I’ve stopped counting prayers
I’m waiting for my blessings
In a crowd
Lost with my depression
I reached a red light
A gun in my possession
They made of life a Do or Die
It turns a suicide
If we don’t kill for our own protection

Chorus 2: Chaplin

I’m on my gangsta s**t
I’m on that soldier s**t
‘Cause nobody’s going to save my soul for me!

I’m on my gangsta s**t
I’m on that soldier s**t
‘Cause nobody’s going to save my soul for me!

The Devil try to “Holla”
Every time I need a dollar
But I don’t eat the salad
My faith is too solid

The system is garbabe
I try to get more knowledge
“Colours” is symbolic
I will always be a problem