Emɐnuǝl X - Wu-Tang is for the Children [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I'll love you whether you make
The right or wrong decision/




As long as you were ya own

Man and chased ya own vision/




Respect them despite how

Television show women/




Trust religion even if what's

Out your window points to prison/




They'll hold you to the standard

Of what your father did/




But don't be scared to make

Mistakes, you're still your father's kid/




I'll love you no matter whoever

You choose to love/




Trust you got me in ya corner

Whenever push comes to shove/




Push a dub in times

Of desperation/




Facin state pen

Complications/




Learn to use your mind cuz

They want our kind caged in/




The best I could do is

Paint you an illustration/




To keep you off the streets

And provide the motivation/




And if I fail and forever

Work a nine to five/




I'll sacrifice my dream and pride

If it means that I'll see you thrive/




From my heart, I'll take a

Bullet for you quick/




Just prove to the world your

Dad didn't birth another spic/
















You'd be the first thing that

I think of when I wake up/




From daddy's little girl

To prom dresses and make-up/




From first days of school

To broken hearts and break-ups/




Wishin you cut ya boyfriends cus

To me none of them shape-up/




Enough to hold the heart

Of a true Queen/




You're my diamond, deserving

Of any and everything/




The shoulder you cry on

Whenever ya tears pourin/




My nigga from day one

We rocc' the same Jordan's/




Self-image distorting by

Media's false standards/




But these hoes legs quick

To spread like cancer/




Have self-respect attention

Is not the answer/




I sacrificed too much to

Let my daughter be a dancer/




Fuck what anybody says

You could be the President/




Don't let male dominated worlds

Insult your intelligence/




For your heart, I'll take

A bullet to the core/




Just prove to the world your

Dad didn't birth another whore/

















To the kids know

The world's in your palms/




So embrace each others

Differences with open arms/




Cus thats what my

Generation failed to do/




And the only hope we

Have let lives inside of you/




Inside the true niggas in

Designer crews make minor moves/




Everybody raps but songs seem

Slightly finger tuned/




When I die bury me inside

A designa tomb/




And teach my kids the truth

The moment they out the vagina womb/




Appreciate your girls

Appreciate your sons/




Any man can be a dad but

It takes a man to be one/




Women with mixed objectives

Mixin it up with mixed drinks/




Thirsty for some dick

Ignoring maternal instincts/




That's all I see in our

Day and age/




We write history everyday

Let the kids write a fresh page/




I pray no more children have

To age with suppressed rage/




Make change or get robbed

Out ya reality check wage/