CYNE - Tragic [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Ayo I'm tellin' them my b-boy stance
Stay to the fans
Infatuated with ice and parachute gold pants
It's funny
Your nature revolves around money
I wake up in the morning thank God my sky is sunny
Every day is blessed
With or without stress
I refrain from being brain numb from smokin' cess
I escape the West
Somebody died
October 1st
My grandmother spoke to me
Now I control the worst
I got a bolder verse
I'm sick of battlin'
I'm travelin' beyond this
Who wants this revolutionary conquest
I bless Garvey-ism
My channel stay live
And we spark madism
People no joke
My song strong like a soul folk
Why you go broke
Hold your ice
The rap poltergeist
Here to bring colder nights
People wake up
Slave rappers in the industry need to wake up

[Hook]
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece tryin' to find a better pay
It's tragic, people gang bang Beretta way
But me and mine, the Cyne we find a better way
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece tryin' to find a better pay
It's tragic, people gang bang Beretta way
But me and mine, the Cyne we find to get away

[Verse 2]
I abuse words to vocalize
My life's trife but I mobilize
Like 12 knights of Camelot
Yo, my grammar shot it leaves scars
Weak stars
Flee to Mars
Then can't cope
I stay afloat
Like my name is Elian's tote
Which I respect though
I'm far from the every day
These rap cats out to find dope in every way
I'm hot and raw
I'm too professional
I'm like canvas
I knock 'em all
Yo, why brawl when I'm already king?
That's not logic
I'd rather maintain
I spit flame for profit
I lust war
So of course I'm all in it
I'm not Master P
But a soldier with no limit
My soul's tinted
So why n' I make sure the beast can't see Akin
When it's time for the war
Look I'm the worst
I curse your verse that made your star burst
Caution is first when I spit and rehearse

[Hook]
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece tryin' to find a better pay
It's tragic, people gang bang beretta way
But me and mine, the Cyne we find a better way
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece tryin' to find a better pay
It's tragic, people gang bang beretta way
But me and mine, the Cyne we find to get away