David The Peruvian - WELCOME [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Y'all still don't get it...you just haven't learned
That when you pick on the weak, when you neglect
The attention that the deserve for so long...
They come back...believe that

[Verse 1: David the Peruvian]
We are the oppressed
Welcome to our nightmare, wonder what's next?
Let me take a guess
You want me to fight fair?
Put my life into a box and leave it right there?
Fuck that
This is FATGODS learn who we are
Your gavel is fake said Kendrick Lamar
We know...the taste of the gravel the hate and the scars
My father's sur, I believe the name
February ninth, mama birthed a king
I keep the same, no need to change
My team is strong so I speak of fame
Sparked a flame, now dark and deranged
His brain took flight like a lark or a plane
W-Words precise, stuck darts to a train
With an AR he could even mark your gang
What's he sayin'
Are you blue or blood?
I don't give a fuck
If you a G you a G, and that's true enough
My main concern is do you bang this beat in a stupid club?
Probably not, in this entire song there's no molly popped
Respect to the kids on there nollie pops
From otter pops, now hooked on drugs, bitch oughta stop

[Hook: Pete McBeezy, C.O. and David the Peruvian]
They step to us, we knock em' down
They oppressing us, so we had to spray a round
They protest then test us
They speak lies we can't trust
We decline they threaten us
We breath fie we mess em' up.(x2)

[Verse 2: Mo]
Look, I here what you say
It's the same shit every single day
The talk of a dipshit, lipstick prick
With his dick no bigger than my ball-pen tip
The roll of my thunder that's raining down
The roar of a lion can't tame me now
Consume any motherfucking foolish clown
And stick that faggot so far underground
I'ma lay the facts down
But the fact that I rap has me up in class now
This swag that I've had since the past
But past is the past and I can't look back how?
Gone once again
Y'all can't see me cause I'm light in the skin
Gathering the haters with a paper and a pen
I'm a skater innovator chasing paper til' I win
Hittin' it raw with my dick in her jaw
The pigs cannot catch what the wish they could charge
No whores at the store so no breaking the law
Kill the track off only thrity-two bars
Spinnin' but still winnin'
Sinnin' with a few women
Never late for dinner
I'm lit up. a Winner
Reserved spot in heaven
Livin' like I'm cutting short, like a villain
I got no time for these hoes
Or friends, I'm alone
Staying home to defend
Learning how to comprehend how I live
My arms up, stuck from suspense
It's me against the world
I'm disabled like a crippled
Talk of money, makes me think about some big goals
Up on stage FATGODS ain't civil

[Hook]

We're starting a revolution
You don't give us many choices...so we run out of options
Listen...the anger you hear in our voices...
That's for you...

[Outro]