Frank Knight - Only Sixteen [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Frank Knight]

By lawless young brawlers who now flawless young ballers
Who came from nickel-and-diming to moving quarters on corners
Still some cats here stressing tryna whip they self a blessing
While other cats fascinated repping with a weapon
You know them they the grown premature crack babies
In the special ed classes cause they actions seen as crazy
But the system dismissed them no counseling was giving
Even though they loco they thorough they never give in
They quick to give the business cause they roll they is with the team
But weak sneaking sniffs of things from the triple beam
See it’s hell they stuck in and they prone for self destruction
Cause back in they own home they ain't treated well for nothing
They faced all abuses and got written off as stupid
So they hit the block got raised outside like the stoop-kid
Sadly imitating their parents they turning fiends
Like Dukie turning Pookie fiend on that wire scene

[Hook: Frank Knight]

A real thug nigga I breathe through the streets
Feel like a young nigga in the middle east
I’m only sixteen, with a M-16
I’m only sixteen, with a M-16 (2x)

[Verse 2: Smoove]

Ayo at 15 got bullied by D on the playground
At 16 cocked the nine millie laid D down
Take caution while reaching for wallets while police round
Sometimes I think that it’s my bro bleeding out on the ground
Wild some walking through the hood hearing these loud siren sounds
But fuck that if that last line happens in mankind
I show you a real nigga’s what I define
Labels a never combine two nigga’s like us with the sickest rhymes
Y’all get fucked from a three sixty, a catchy hook that rhyme
Cowards die from a bullet dipped in cyanide
My future straight and brighter than a coke line
That was hit four times, by an old guy
That’s loose around the edges like a bow tie
Pack shells bigger than fries from five guys
Only time I get peace is when I smoke lie
I just want to grab my nickel plated nine
And blow out my vivid mind

[Hook: Frank Knight]

A real thug nigga I breathe through the streets
Feel like a young nigga in the middle east
I’m only sixteen, with a M-16
I’m only sixteen, with a M-16 (2x)

[Verse 3: Frank Knight]

Still throwing up Tookie, spitting loogies in the street
Moving with the goonies using toolies when they speak
They rowdy young dudes riding in they mama whips
On the strip tryna find a lick to buy the flyer kicks
Some kids in the clique packed a clip to fill the fridge
Taking care they sibs cause some parents ain't fit for kids
How you expect to raise a seed and teach them good from evil
When you drugged out spending all they child support on needles
You Christ-Less, ain’t what Christ is your life a crisis
Story wicked as Isis, and you cold as the ice is
Seeking false virtues inside of these social vices
We living in this underworld and our role is lycans
Screaming fuck the cops, cause they shoot like they don’t like kids
We dash on the block like we squares with hyphens
The elders lack of knowledge tend to state we move with hate
When sadly the fact is they don’t communicate

[Hook: Frank Knight]

A real thug nigga I breathe through the streets
Feel like a young nigga in the middle east
I’m only sixteen, with a M-16
I’m only sixteen, with a M-16 (2x)

[Intermission]

[Bridge: Shenna]

I feel like a nigga can’t make it
I feel like a nigga can’t take it
It feel like it, it feel like it
It feel like it, it feel like it (2x)