DeQuince - Pomurda [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:
Aye Yo im tired of niggas dying
Im trynna stay alive and
Im riding through the islands
My bitch she on my side and
Just holla'd at my people
I got a bitch but she know
Get freaky 'fore i cheat tho
Now chupa on papi pito
On San Antonio
Hope i don use this pistol
These shootouts in the hood
Hope that im able to free throw
Ballin because im hot tho
Still live on Alvarado
I studied on illmatic while niggas was peelin caps and
Flashback memories as kids just thinkin back when
Being outside and we was out playing games
Now we dont play games cause everybody just bangs
I was ridin' down the Dino i just seen a couple people
Lighting candles you niggas can't handle
All the deaths we don been through
Just face it i look at life and this is how i take
This is Cali Fuckin Fornia all this fuckin population
So we forced to steal and rob
Just to live and fuckin make it
And i do illegal things sometimes i just fuckin hate it
Its depressing how we live fast i dont think you get that
I ain't fuckin lying when im talkin bout that whip lash
Looking left and right on every block how long wil this last
If it get dark you better run cause they poppin just for fun
These murders used to have me worried now they gon me numb
Little kids with guns so maybe ima die and
Its like whats the point of trying if they pop me thats just life man

Hook: (2x)
Grandma in the kitchen pork chops on the stove
Praying that im safe when i walk through the door
They was shootin by the store. last night if you ain't know


*NEWS*

2nd Hook :
Now I don' seen alot of shit up in my life
Lord know how many times I could of die
My family still bonds but we still all fight
Sometimes i ain't wrong but im still not right
Its gon be alright, gon' sing this song
Momma shed them tears but she still so strong
It's been so many years but we still hold on
Lord knows I dont fear nothing but his own
Nothing but his own
Now let me sing my song
Nothing but his own (2x)


2nd verse :
Young niggas black and wild at the party wanna pat you down
Press you down like where you from cuhz
Dont back down, dont make no sound
Now all you hear is black'em blow
Niggas gettin' smoke like blak n milds
Everybody run and the police just wanna pat you down
While leaving the coda-sack two shots go though his back
I looked him up in his eyes he down ain't comming back
A second away from dying having my momma crying
Granny prayin to God we holdin on and we trying
When you ride through the streets now
Pack you a heat now
Even if you dont bang this is P-Town
Indian Hill out to Ganesha
Yeah where im from them street will eat ya
Knives they use for murder at night the use they burners
To yall this is Pomona to us this is Pomurda

(2nd Hook)

(1st Hook)