Cole Young - Children of the Night [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I remember back when we were on the ball team
Riding the bench, but, damn, I thought I was balling!
Fourth quarter nightmares, half-court dreams
Back when we were under fourteen
Now time passed, we're just riding through the city
80 on the dash, another 80 on the zippy
Speed limit 50, saying, "Fuck it!", young and reckless
Mama praying that we don't get caught up in some wreckage
I'm starting to come to terms with my mortality
Up long nights, still trying to wrestle morality
Someone told me that you should welcome insanity
He said that, "It's a blessing from heaven most of us can't receive."
You should welcome what I find in booths
Not emotion, but something that some define as truth
Find me jumping on the stage crying "Hallelu!" with a Glock or two
Clip my wig, I bet you that'll get the crowd to move!
Pour some cash in my casket with a pile of jewels
Then have my mama look down and say, "I'm proud of you."
Drop a tear from her crystal eyes and watch it crystallize
To something that will embody youth
A young nigga's spirit, the young niggas feel it
I won't die until all of my young niggas living
And that's the way it's going to be until I go
They might not remember me, but I know they'll remember Cole

[Verse 2]
Perfect harmony, praying it can be part of me
Pardon me while my heart release blood and tears on a hardened beat
This is "hardened me," this is hard for me
The emotion, not artistry - that's part and parcel, see?
This shit comes effortless
But I wrestle with my mental when I'm pressed to sit and reminisce
Why do the good go young, LORD?
Why don't you take Cole Young, LORD?
Hip-Hop's young Lord
I battle with a "gun sword"- blade's blazing, gun's drawn
Safe haven drugs raw
Searching for peace but simultaneously love war
I just think that my generation should love more
But fall in love less
I heard that love's stress
But I guess that it's better than being loveless
Children of the Night: I find my peace in the sky
Cause sleep's the cousin of death, so I'mma sleep when I die

[Verse 3]
Mardi Lex called this the realest shit he's ever heard
Homie told me he heard a purpose in each and every word
And I just hope he isn't gassing me
And I just hope that my juniors are never passing me
And I just hope to make reality from make believe
And hope that I know the day I should call it quits, gracefully
But really, those are selfish motives
I'm trying to be the little angel on the Devil's shoulder
I'm trying to choose between a trident and a pitchfork
Two demons on my shoulders, I dont know which one sins more
Which one I listen to is a shot in the dark
I'm on a tight rope to heaven: ain't no walk in the park
But I guess that that's the way that life is
I'd rather live it wrong than be lifeless
Ain't born to be righteous
I'm just a young sinner: tentative heart
A young nigga with his head in the dark