J Clipse - Suspect (Joey Bada$$ remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(chorus)
Suspect homies don’t close your eyes
You might get jumped or front tonight
Said I been here in this before and I’m ducking from the law
And see you ain’t saw but the talent is raw
(x2)

(verse 1)
This is that calm before the storm where the people cry and mourn
Celebrate your life and remember when you were born
Seasons come and go but your soul stays eternal
Seeing homies with the heat, bodies all thermal
I’m on my heaven shit, it’s just a summers breeze
Soaking in the sun picturesque with birds in the trees
Wind sept the ground washing up all the leaves
American's will freeze and i ain’t talking 33 degrees
The ice fills the streets and it’s slippery on your feet
Staring at the ground but not held back by defeat
Hypocrisy is what politicians do best
Given you the image, without all the facts yet
It’s the truth they corrupt the minds of the youth
Print in black and white while I record in the booth
I provide with you the facts not some bullshit image
Illuminati got a ten foot hit list
I got a wish list, it’s on a double page
Wishing it would all go away but I know a way
We can stand up to the lies and then cover ups
Living in a world without any stupid fucks
Who ruin this land to gain wealth and acceptance
Here’s my entrance now I got you’re attention
The importance of attendance is a crucial lesson
So I give you my blessing and still no stressing

(chorus)
(x2)

(verse 2)
Resurrection of real is what i come to appeal
Need to see more rappers spitting lines that are real
It's a huge ordeal that i can’t yet conceal
It needs to be fixed so hip hop can begin to heal
Anatomy of rap is what folks don’t get
Think it’s all fast cars, big cribs and private jets
It’s more than that, man it’s deeper than rap
Homies fronting chatting shit I’ll give you a slap
Gotta bring back the days of the true boom bap
Resurrect from tombs and you'll get it like that
One more time for ya mind like that
I said one more time for ya mind like that

(chorus)
(x2)

(verse 3)
Started pacing, Saab racing
Black and white divided and they call it sub-racing
Ain’t much difference we share the same blood
Same hair, same guts, same cut, different touch
It’s alright coz I’m proud to unite
Celebrate the days that we can mix and have a bite
Pitch dark skies but the streets stay light
Illuminate the path for me to step into the fight
Closed fists but my mind stays open
Sick and tired of hoping so I started moulding
My life right so i could be blessed no doubt
Tryna stay in touch so I can walk the perfect route
I’mma take my time if I need it ain’t a race
First one out the gates doesn’t mean first to place
Never in doubt coz I saw the white gates
Know it’s my place when it’s time to say grace

(chorus)
(x2)