Efil - Society Killed The Teenager [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Dave Chapelle]

The worst thing to call somebody is crazy, its dismissive
I don't understand this person so their crazy. That's bullshit
These people are not crazy, they strong people
Maybe their environment is a little sick

[Interlude: Efil]

In what way can a kid like me survive in a society that don't think im good enough?

[Verse 1: Efil]

Momma says im a burn out. If I don't know then bet I learn now
I swerve and bounce to the houses of hoes that had once would turn me down
A lot don't changed, first was honor now its execution
I ain't no role model. Realize I got my own problems
And Raph, he his own man so stop looking to me to guide him
That's my bro but I got too much to lose in me seeing county
That stress is unhealthy so with negativity miss me later
Rise and grind cause I don't want to dream about getting paper
Or go broke for the look of luxury. Spending to get involved
With those who write unwritten laws where each sentence should end in pause
Answer to no one, since a kid mentally challenged
Spitting crack, you just cough powder like the cinnamon challenge
I fear no man, just his talents
My will is good like my army offers salvation
Get high cause im a low life with no balance
And cause I fought alone until I brought it home so I urge you to listen
But don't try to read me. Just agree to my terms and conditions

[Hook: Efil]

And they say im a blemish on society in its entirety
I'm a weed smoking tyrant, give a fuck who likes it cause see
If I was given a chance I might gave one. Fit the image or be rejected
Never could adjust to being accepted

[Verse 2: Poet]

I'm from a class where you can't afford not to pay attention
Cause students stick you with lead pencil's if the paper's mentioned
Then your sent to detention in death's office for making a late impression
School of hard knocks, take a lesson
Check your text books again
Cause it'll take a weapon to play defensive against a professor that took a pen and made a profession
So take a suggestion
I've felt enough loss to call bluffs
So ball up and brawl
Cause all the death threats are brushed off
I ain't much for the tough talk
But my soul burns with enough heart to load toasters over croutons
My crew stomps over the cash
So if your man's blowing it fast
They'll scold him and laugh
While scoping his stash
Then wait for him to go to the back
Choke his ass, lean his shit back and fold him in half like a futon
So you can run and tell all that if we smashing now
To keep in mind that I can crack the ground with hell balled in my 2 palms
So when the battle happens
Come catch your man's in action
Against these skinny jean pants sagging, sandal snapping, random faggets
That can't handle a vandal rapping
No shame, claiming their toast bang but wouldn't blow flames to a candle waxing
Your hammer blasting with no nails
I'll snatch up your coattail
Then beat you in the face with the handle strap
I'd gladly blast
A machine spitting battery acid
My chest plate pumps carhartt without a flannel jacket
They can't stand a bastard
That keeps quiet, claiming their street fighters, getting Balrog all wrong with the wrong one
I brawl wild, so somebody call Guile and tell Jean Claude that I'm all for the Van Damming action
Packing a hand-cannon, Ill blam your face until you can't manage standing straight
I'm diabolical thanks to biological family traits
But I don't have haters, just a bunch of fucking cowards that can't relate

[Hook]