Dion Jetson - He So Cold [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Dion Jetson]
These young niggas greedy
They want your lunch and mine and don’t wanna give shit to the needy
Pockets say feed me but too proud for freebies
16 & been State Prop more times than Peedi
Crack they seen they mother get high off that
Then they seen 300 hunna get rich off rap
Now he a savage, full house like he Bob Saget
The hood broke his back with emotional baggage
But this is what you born into its more than mental
Shooting at each other and y’all used to pop pencils
Same shit different day change the stencil
Pops taught him how to draw but he ain’t artistic
Talk sideways he pull the pistol on a critic
Let the shots the shots fly then sip a strawberry mistic
Wanna hear what they say about him take a listen

[Hook: TREE]
And they be like
He so cold
Got a 30 shot, .40 a .44
And its purty even my shorties be like he so bold
Keep a nigga up off me, do what my father he taught me
They talk about me they like he so cold
Got a 30 shot, .40 a .44
And its purty even my shorties be like he don’t go
Keep a nigga up off me, do what my father he taught me
They talk about me they like he so cold

[Verse 2: Dion Jetson]
You call it an epidemic but we live it
Why the fuck you think we ain’t get the Olympics
We go from polar bear cool, to grizzly bear livid
Grand Theft Auto chopper in the truck living
Fly niggas tipping the bad bitches stripping
And everybody wanna be Mike Fuck Pippen
And every nigga with paper got a Robin Givens
Hoop Dreams with letters of intent to the prison
Who cares what the people say fuck them anyway
In our shoes you couldn’t last day
The family gotta ear so we sin everyday
And you think they hustle for True’s and J’s
We hustle 'cuz the hood is a maze the mind in a daze
But we still focus 'cuz the bullets don’t graze
Around our way the cops don’t tase
Shoot you in cold blood and this is what they say

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Dion Jetson]
In conclusion we ain’t apologizing for confusion
Growing up here is like starting the game losing
Gotta fight for your life every time you moving
Fuck what they say the situation ain’t improving
We don’t raise kids, we raise soldiers
They wake up in a war zone and sip folgers
They gon’ do a drill like the sergeant told ‘em
As soon as the hood get ‘em then they mold ‘em
Sold him a dream and some nightmares
Told ‘em don’t snitch like these niggas fight fair
Welcome to the land of welfare and Nike Airs
Where the death come in pairs and the church folks scared
The cupboards bare and the stomachs growling
Teen wolves every moon light they howling
Don’t blame them cuz the fiends is prowling
What they say about all us raised in public housing…

[Hook]