Dayne Jordan - LOST [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Dayne Jordan]
The days move quickly
Minutes turn into moments that will forever be a part of my history
And history is nothing short of the thoughts that will circulate in a mind
Full of open space. [?] was suicidal. The cycle’s like an open race
Everyone is eligible. Never would I; never should you. Deeply [?]
Regurgitate anything you’ve taken in from the past, present, or future
About you staying deeply involved
Get lost



[Verse 1: Dayne Jordan]
I was headed down the path toward nowhere
Hanging on basketball courts, but I ain’t go there
To shoot around, I mean I had dreams of being AI
But everyone would shoot em down. Four eleven
Was the height that I measured
So when it came to full court games, I was never picked
Playing the side line every day all I ever did
All I wanted was my respect and I couldn’t ever get it
When you’re thirteen you get treated like a kid
I’m too young to get a job. Money is on my mind
Then I got tired of asking my momma for dollars every time
I would see a pair of sneakers that caught my eye
So I decided to get it the fast way, but anything
Fast ain’t worth having if it’s gon’ put you in a bad space
Eventually, like it eventually
Did to me it coulda got me sent to the penitentiary
Luckily it didn’t, but that don’t mean it’s gonna be the same for you

[Hook :Ebony Joi]
There’s no place there for you
It ain’t safe there for you
Get away from here soon
Get away from here soon
There’s no place there for you. [get lost]
It ain’t safe there for you. [get lost]
Get away from here soon. [get lost]
Get away from here soon. [get lost]

[Verse 2: Dayne Jordan]
I know a few that have fell susceptible
To the hustle and pressure [?]. They didn’t mind a nine to five
But reality kick in when seeing the revenue that they
Generating over the course of two weeks. Momma pullin’
[devils?] and his baby sister need a pair of new sneaks
He sped up, [eatin' fries in a?]
The block is calling, the rock is calling
Things consistently coppin now his pockets is bulging;
So how you expect him to go back when his Bo Jack’s
Are brand new? And he’s pushing a Cadillac
Stacking up enough money to change his habitat
And potentially see his family doin better than bad
I don’t blame him, so this song ain’t to change him
It’s just to put something on his mind
And hopefully he saves himself
You see I coulda been the same one
Plus, I don’t wanna see em caged up

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Dayne Jordan]
Yearning for a future that’s not an illusion
Selling yourself a dream causes a lot of confusion
Fused in, with where you are currently. They
Do become motivated by currency. The power of the dollar
Mm mm, could turn a sweet heart sour
Over and over again, I’ve seen it devour
Great stories that get niggas sentences that
Turn into paragraphs, that turn into essays, like we in LA
Homeboys become enemies over pennies
And rather chance getting [?] and working at Wendy’s
Truth. Time ain’t money and money ain’t time
Truth. When money is lost it ain’t hard to find
But you can’t get the minutes back that you spend in the trap
Truth. Chasing after them nickels and dimes
So we better off getting it legally, and stop thinking
Things happen immediately after we try
No lie. I know you hate being broke my nigga
So did I. But you gotta have hope my nigga
Pray to God. Things will change in due time
But until then, keep this on your mind

[Hook]