Dida - Officer Of The Law [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

It's puzzling
I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like this before
It can only be attributable to human error

(No, no. You put it there!)


[Verse]

Trying to breathe. I was up so long
High on my shit for the lust is so gone
Can't get it off like this stuff sewed on
Marvin Gaye, nigga. What the fuck's going on?

Yo, these cuffs too tight
Mr... ehm, what you call it
I ain't slung it. I bought it
Trying to touch more heights
Yeah, of course I'll be talking somewhat impolite
When you're coming at me like I'm going in for life

Black merchantry
The worship of he, is being heard in the words
You contempt with. I won't bow to you
You're gonna have to cut a piece of my heart out
Merchant Of Venice

And the lifelong works of a chemist
Is all spilled to a swine like you
But mind it will I not
No, rather would I drop down dead
More than getting your cyanide-flu

I'm at the point I had a cigarette for breakfast
Just for beginners
Pride for lunch and sleep for dinner
I tried to go to church. Priest called me a sinner
He called me everything except for a winner

Now I'm into slinging timber
Letting motherfuckers limber for some gouda on that piece
Therese. It ain't easy
How I pack down caulie
Let a nigga out man, Kobe