Chubby Jag - Perception [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Hook)
I'm just a man behind the bars, there ain't no breaking out
This shit is forever, here me, here me, ain't no fading out
I've been bumping sad songs, really I done played it out
All that drama dreaming, mama screaming, hope we make it out
I just hope we make it out, just hope we make it out
I just hope we make it out x2
Been drama dreaming, mama screaming, hope we make it out
I just hope we make it out, I just hope we make it out
Uh, yeah, just hope we make it out

(Verse 1: Chubby Jag)
My pockets low, I had to bust a move
Wayne shit late night, slanging on the bus to school
Moms only had enough for bills, not enough for food
Stealing fries, wonder why burger joints had enough of dude
They only gave us two options, living or die
Cause when you in denial, really you living a lie
You talking about the plane, the bienz that you keep crashing
The fifty thousand dollar plastic that you keep flashing
You got the best crib, and you fucking with hella' bitches
You stray strapped, and you done brought drama to hella' snitches
You got a crazy squad, your niggas hella' vicious
Soulful nigga, you wouldn't trade it for hella' riches
Shooting range, getting practice we think we Durking
Nigga I'm so tired of lying to moms, she think we working
But the jobs ain't hiring, so we growing bud
I just hope she don't kick me out, she be showing love
I only know two options, living or die
And when you not living it right, you living a lie

(Hook)
I'm just a man behind the bars, there ain't no breaking out
This shit is forever, here me, here me, ain't no fading out
I've been bumping sad songs, really I done played it out
All that drama dreaming, mama screaming, hope we make it out
I just hope we make it out, just hope we make it out
I just hope we make it out x2
Been drama dreaming, mama screaming, hope we make it out
I just hope we make it out, I just hope we make it out
Uh, yeah, just hope we make it out

(Verse 2: Chubby Jag)
Look my life is like a movie, skip to dvd
Learned how to take advantage, cooked dinner with EBT
I use to lie to bitches, and say I'm on BET
Till they caught me on the corner, passing out my CD free
Now this shit is different, I run my city like CP3
Yup, we riding rough and my bitch a (pissey?) like E-V-E
Chubby, I head D-Mac making crack flips
I'm just telling niggas bout the game, I'm on my Shaq shit
Report cards, straight fails
Mama doing backflips, meanwhile I'm thinking about money, on some relax shit
I'm tired of lying
Bitches thinking we pushing bentleys, really a bucket, no squad with me, we pushing empty
I'm still trying to get a job, I'm still lying
My mama think I'm a dead beat, she's still crying
I never stop no, all them birdies is still flying
I keep it strapped, cause with all this money we still dying
I rap mean an them crack pheines is still buying
I'm on some real shit, I just want them to feel Ryan