Goodfella - The Hardest Compromise (T.H.C.) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
One sheep
Two sheep
Like three sheep
Four sheep
Uh, a nigga could get no sleep
Ayo, fuck this shit, look

[Verse I]
My cells locked, but they let the dangerous nigga in
Eyes open and my appetite is paper thin
Mind’s roaming, lonely, if only I could dial a dime’s phone with:
“Sup’ love, it’s been a while, no façade I’m trying to see you smile
You look disgruntled, we could 'cuddle,' know you’d love to”
Convo got the honey’s running like they hurdle laps
“Oh, you heard I rap? Where you at?
I got this Malbec bottle, let’s relax, stuff a black”
Arch her back, and that’s that; got her cumming back to back
Now that’s hood love! Ride with me if I move music, move drugs
Lie with me! Vibe with me, die with me
I’m Bobby, you’re Whitney; I’m Martin, you’re Remy
Don’t forget me cause I’m bout to blow like a Swisher Sweets
Where’s my weed? One puff and a nigga breathe
Help a nigga find his peace like retreats by the beach
What I see is concrete jungles heated by police
Never fumble, my pursuit of happiness has to be crumbled Sour D
Humble to the T but my pride is swelling melons like lions in heat
I’m trying discreet, the eye liner elite
Peeps eyeing my beats, underlining my feat
I’m smiling from cheek to cheek
‘Less the blunt is cut throat, obsessive don’t come close
Withdrawals turned my soul cold; my funds low so the fun’s gone
I’m strung out!
So my songs now is how I release my foul lung clouds
From South Miami, pris never speak but keep the weed and the guns loud
So I relapse, bong rips and three dabs, say dumb shit and relax
I need that; I need that subconscious I’on need wax
To breed tracks so leave that but if I was free on the streets
I’d be a thief, snatch the loot and rise
Throw salt on the wounds of my enemies
Take a swig of Hennessy; it’s elementary, right?
Bros before hoes, so live like Scofield
But as I sought more deals with niggas that spoke Creole
I’on trust a word these wretched souls spill
I’m ratchet, eat pussy in pussy there’s more thrill
The D don’t cause a heart condition, the stroke will
Stale competition for breakfast some old meal (oatmeal)
Dre give this demo a listen or HOV will
“Come on now, you stressing about no deal? Bruh, you’re in jail!
Moor warning, “you won’t bail the next battle alive
So spit lines they won’t feel and throw the match!”
Mention what you wrote was whack with no metaphors and laugh
Ha-ha, fuck that if ever throw a match, they’ll be drenched in gas
With a trench coat packed with TNT, see
Pride is everything to me, I’m living a deadly sin
Is this the end for me?
A hit of THC and I’d be dead asleep
Man, a hit of THC and I’d be dead asleep
Worry free, you feel me?

Goodnight (That's soul)
Close your eyes and just sleep tight (That's soul)
I'll lie awake and watch your dream
To be sure
Whether all of your dream are pure
My dear

[Outro: C.O.]
Wakey, wakey BITCH!
It's been three day hunger strikes don't work for shit!