Heath McNease - Tearz with the Bodega Brovas [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
It's always the good ones that have to die
After (after)
Laughter (your laughter)
Comes (there'll be) tears

[Hook: Playdough]
Tears for the struggle
Tears for my city
Tears for hip hop but it still lives in me
Tears for the lost ones
Tears for the dead ones
Here's to life, so come and get some
Yo, tears for the struggle
Tears for my city
Tears for hip hop but it still lives in me
Tears for the lost ones
Tears for the dead ones
Here's to life, you better get some

[Verse 1: Bodega Brovas]
I shed tears, but I'm far from a cry baby
Bodega take to the sky like a high navy
I drive crazy on the highway from [EL?]
Gangstas on the DL, death threats via email
Too pure to be veiled, now we test positive
Illest crew around still the blogs don't acknowledge it
My city, I demolish it, rebuild it and repolish it
Feelin' like the mayor, where you have to deal with politics
A living goblin with problems that bother him
Mind frame, [conquers them?]
Backpack and mocassins
Too many profiting off of my hard labor
'til the inmate escapes, shed the tears, turn the favor

[Verse 2: Playdough]
Yo, I keep a rag in my bag to clean up when I get live
On the left side, yeah that's the crip side
But I found out the clean me is blood red
Like the words in the scripture I just red
Is that enough said? See what I just did?
Line to the lemon Pledge-- dusted
With a magnetic metal feather duster
I tickled her fancy but I still don't trust her
Snoop doggy sled-style and I mushed her
And with her wrinkled (beat) I can't be her lover
Wouldn't touch her with a ten-foot Slick Rick
She got an eyepatch fat, but she slim-picked
Autistic kids could not missed it
This dude's so slick, he's God-gifted
Just got lifted and [?] on what you need
Had to slow hard just to go godspeed

[Bridge: Heath McNease]
(Yeah) now I ain't saying she a gold digger
But she six-foot seven with a globe figure
And I ain't saying that she look nasty
But I break down in tears when she looks at me (waddup)
And I ain't saying she a hobgoblin
But they escorted her outta the Hot Topic
And I ain't saying she a butterface
But it's like Lawrence Fishburn's another race


[Verse 3: Heath McNease]
Check it
Tears, fill a bucket
She out with me in public
Austin Powers teeth, sound like Jimmy Buffet
Buffered that Facebook pic be false advertising
She Karl Malone, T-Boz, and Hermione
And nightmares my lungs could tell
Wishing Severus Snape had that Confundus spell
Because that fungus smell in that humungous well
Is kinda gonna wanna until I'm 112
Nolan when you need him
I'm screaming Inception
Four dreams deep until you see your reflection
Telling her subconscious that it's me, not her
Cause I don't wanna be a hostage here to Bea Arthur
It'd be awkward leaving that Golden Girl
People price in style, showed her a whole new world
Magic carpet ride low, can't support the weight
And gettin' [?] is a mistake I can't afford to make

[Verse 4: Bodega Brovas]
Ayo, I hate rap
It destroyed my life
Has me robbin' banks, buyin' rims, and beatin' my wife
And I'm wild'n out in every hood on every block gettin' shot
My best friend consists of a Glock and a full clip
From the suburbs of [?]
Swear that I'm ballin', but I drive a forklift
So cry me a river, point the finger at the music
The voices in my rhymes and the songs made me do it

[Verse 5: Bodega Brovas]
Ayo, everything is crazy and I'm kinda fed up
They feelin' on themselves cause they homies gas 'em up
Saying that they dope, but the crowd leaves in tears
Covering their ears and runnin' for the rear
Everything is changing when they hit the exit door
They rushin' to the crib to put Bodega on record
Yeah, we changing lives, plus we kissin' babies
Reanimate the spirit, and hope for all to hear it

[Hook]

[Outro]
After (after)
Laughter (your laughter)
Comes (there'll be) tears