Exposition - My Story [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Hey you looking for a live MC to spark shit
Then look no further than the one neo-Marxist
The reincarnation of the spirit of the star
With more ideals than the wealth so far
But wait, it's a little more tricky than that
You think you're ill with the rhyme
I'm coming sick with the rap
I come equipped with a mind
You come equipped with a 'gat
You went from positive to negative
I'm shifting it back
Homie I rip and attack
Anyone who wants to step in
Other than that I just be chillin' with my brethren
With sensamilla and 40z to Freedom
We capture happiness and we hope to never free 'em
Throw a bottle to the sky
Sing a song of drunken memories
Try to remember my soul as a past entity
My when I was young the beats were steady freakin'
Hanging out with alcoholics only smoking on the weekend
And weed then was only just a tool for us
But hip hop soon made it new school for us
And them tunes I bumped in my youth
Stil bumpin' 'em
Suckas I ain't seen in a while
Still lovin' 'em
We used to have beef before
Still sluggin' 'em
The women that I used to know
Still huggin' 'em
Man I'm not a hater
That's why I last long
And I'm not an MC
I just be singing rap songs

[Hook]
Everywhere I look another story to tell
About them saints up in heaven and them sinners in hell
Some are studying the math others learning to spell
But this is my story and I'm tellin' it well
Everywhere I look another story to tell
About them saints up in heaven and them sinners in hell
Some are studying the math others learning to spell
But this is my story and I'm tellin' it well

[Verse 2]
And yo search beneath the surface of what your eyes seein'
Exposition come and let you all know what I believe in
Keep my ears to the street I'm taking heat to the car
Man I do to microphones what graffiti does to walls
Hold the sword and the shield
I maintain and lay back
I ride the rhthym of the beat just like a train on a track
The word scientist compliance is your only option
Keepin' it movin' with no intentions of stoppin'
Cause in the land of hijacked planes and falling buildings
Man I wonder if it's even worth having children
To see the evil of the world slowly start to fill 'em
USA ain't hard to spell but sometimes it's hard to live it
Smoke clogs the air in the city we all breathe
It's Boston a setting for a play called Me
Filled with criminals, college students and cops
The momentum of my day got me spinning like a top
Life gives no second chances no re-runs to play
You gotta say what you mean and mean what you say
Hold your head let your spirit navigate you through the maze
Clutchin' to your time we're livin' in the final days
You know, you know, you know, you know, you know
Yeah, right
It go
It's like

[Hook]
Everywhere I look another story to tell
About them saints up in heaven and them sinners in hell
Some are studying the math others learning to spell
But this is my story and I'm tellin' it well
Everywhere I look another story to tell
About them saints up in heaven and them sinners in hell
Some are studying the math others learning to spell
But this is my story and I'm tellin' it well

I'm tellin' it well
We're tellin' it well
We're tellin' it well
We're tellin' it well

[Verse 3]
Yo the debate over who is the illest becomes final
When the needle makes love to the groove on the vinyl
I drink the universe with the youth kickin' the jive talk
Streelamps paint our shadow on the sidewalk
The lies bark as they fadin' away
Wishin' rock star was a game that they didn't play
Preachin' the ills of life in the fast lane
Yesterday it was weed today it's Gill Scott's last name
They're wearing sweaters to hide the fact that they're packed still
But death leaves a mark that long sleeves don't conceal
Then why I gotta be phony to keep it real
I live the present never know what the future will reveal
Leaving tracks in the snow to find my way home
Coming back in the summer and find that they're gone
And yo it fucks my mind up
It really does
Like back to the drawing board once again cause
My my just can't cope
With life underneath the microscope
And I hold my head inside
I scribble down the madness with this body's eyes
It seems like my life is one big retrospective
With separate events instead of one collective
One main goal and one main objective
Man keep smiling and everything else is second
Everything else is second
Everything else is second
Hey yo we keep smiling and everything else is second
Yeah

[Outro]