Coinz - Warm Up Sessions [SBTV] [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Three thousand cries, I grew up an outcast
On my solos, worked from the ground up
No guidance, no income
Crime will only be the outcome
Now I'm staring through my clear lenses
Feeling like Malcom
Only one in the fam with the melanin
It's unsettling
And all the stares and indirects
Yeah, I remember it
And growing up people wanna try you cause you're mixed race
Until I realised we all bleed the same shit mate

What do you know about your nan using the word coloured?
But you got to bite your tongue because you love her
I can see it on their faces
No need for a discussion
Baa, baa, black sheep
Looking kinda different from my cousins
And the ignorance was close
I don't know if they meant it
I was so young
Didn't know how to defend it
But you're looking round and everyone's predominantly white
You're getting teased cause you're light
All I knew how to do was fight

And they might understand
They don't know what it's like
To have no one to relate
Yeah, they cried cause their dog died
I cried cause my friend got stabbed and left on the estate
Kinda hard to not have your heart filled up with hate
And your dad ain't around
You know, same old cliché
Certain nights I cried and tried to search and buy one off eBay
For Pete's sake
It's getting old, just look for your yout's
Cause I know exactly what not having a father could do

Believe me, it's not easy
And truth is, there's times I needed money way more than these other guys needed
It's not right
Had me doing wrong for the wrong reason
Being broke, just seeing red in your head
Like Ron Weasley
I hope I will
But I don't know if I'ma be alright
They see me smiling
But they don't know what I feel inside
I hate the roads, I mean it
I need to free my mind
And I don't need the headache anymore
I just need the mic

No hometime, cold nights
A lot of rainy ones
Just tryna make a buck on the curbs
Like the Romanians
Bare times I had to bump the train
Studio on my ones
With the last pinky made a track
Gassed like it's the one
And now this radio still don't wanna play me
Are they dumb
I ain't asking for a retweet
Just play the flipping song
Let me make something clear
Know the roads I'm not from bruv
Just a short trip to summer
You won't like mine it's long trust

You and your friends were kinda tight like Long Johns
Till you meet drugs, lust and money
And all of the love's gone
I track by myself
Been in the can by myself
I looked a snitch in his eyes
Saw the goon in him melt
I've seen some close ones die
I've been to jail a few times
And I was living by the knife my G and almost died
And I ain't bragging
See my mum cried a thousand times
I got myself shot then rid out like a thousand times

And this is more than rhymes
I should be traumatised
I just learnt, you fool me once
You can't fool me twice
And I'm sick of seeing everybody's mumzy mortified
Sick and tired of living with with these pricks
Like porcupines
The hood's foul
Forty quid could get you stabbed forty times
A roller coaster
But this is my life so what am I supposed to show you?
The hood life's the only thing that I'm remembering
Okay, let me dig through my closet for some skeletons

Have you been on your face?
And turned a plug to a stain
You needed money
Burnt a bridge for some idiot change
You got home and went shop to get a juice and some [?]
And then the next thing you know
The shop you're in is getting raided
Like what's the odds of that?
Your friends seeing this and tell your mumzy that
'Your son's in cuffs
Boy I think they're gonna knock the flat'
So my mum panics, as you do
And throws away the weights
So now you got no grub
No plug
A new bloody case

So long story short
I didn't even hit the slammer
Came home, I slapped my uncle cause of anger
Cause at that time, nothing mattered
Don't blame her for it now
But my mumzy called the wankers
Hit it out the door
Then I ripped off my tag
Ended up calling Nas
To talk to him about the maz
He said, 'Jay, man, there's more things in your life than just cash
And all she was doing was looking out for you, and you're mad?
I know, now your down, but one day you'll get it back'

Trust me, and real spit
You only get one mumzy
Man, all this shit I put her through
Surprised she still loves me
Dragging her to courts and different jails
All around the country
She worked like a slave
So her sons could live comfy
Man, bloody hell
Mum I promise you I won't bloody fail
I'ma get you that house
Even if I have to shed blood itself
Five bullets didn't stop me then
I'm guessing nothing will
I've been through too much to care how another feels

Good turned bad
Gangsters turned whack
Call it metamorphis
Okay, everybody's on their job
It's getting boring
Stabbed in the back so many times
I'm like a stegosaurus
I can't believe it's me on the Warm Up
Yes, I'm getting warmer
This is for the people
Who thought Josh was just a talker
And if you don't like me
I beg you brudda, talk up
This world got me kinda scared
To go and birth a daughter
Babies got babies dropping like the winter -

Tell me how to trust a female
When they just keep on scoring
I need a house in the Tropics
I don't need no mortgage
And anything is possible
Just look at Stephen Hawking
And watch me tell it maximum
With minimum resources
Still at war with my brain
But still, I walk with the flame
And still, I never will be pussy
Or poor cause my play
Feel to give up
Too many closed doors in my way
But I've got the heart of a lion
I'm never walking away

Blud I spent nights in seg
And I spent nights in critical
My old man, I can't relate to certain individuals
And I ain't to please anyone
Just live by my principles
And you ain't gonna see thirty man at my videos
The feds took bush
How the fuck could I shush?
Yeah, I might be the best
But all I need is a push
And how you gonna judge my cover
Without reading this book?
Some brother, cousin, pagan, stranger
T for a crook

What am I to you?
Just someone you listen to
Or someone you hate
Or maybe you just clicked on this freestyle by mistake
But take me in
I wore my trousers up
With safety pins
So that's why I blew it on the [?] when I made a jib

Yeah, it's true
Everyones movies when it's storytime
I guess I should be traumatised
But all these deaths got normalised
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Coinz