Jae Smoove - Dancing Shadows [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Navajo]

I was birthed by angry abusive policemen, ambulance tires screeching
12 in one crib, my cousins was always beefing
Retreating never an option, cause violence always came knocking
They stabbed Richie chest, put holes in Butchie noggin
Evicted out of apartments, I was young with my toboggan
But never got to use it, my parents were always arguing
Never understood, pops left what's good what's happening
Maybe something I did, tears was my first reaction
But I had to suck it up, today was my main attraction
Still it hurt, never married, kids used to call me a bastard
I had his image plastered, imitations I mastered
Doorbell ringing faster, my nights picking up traction
I had to mask my sadness, they might've thought i was faggot
I told myself he'll come back, of course today had mattered
I sat up and I waited, heard noises and got elated
He was there for my brothers, I know this nigga will make it
All my friends was laying, tired from hours playing
I knew which was real, but was too damn young to take it
Maybe he was an agent, maybe was hunting pheasant
Maybe he had a time machine to take me to my present
Now I sit, skipping school, with haze in my lungs
Stressing, years later he'd show, but the damage was done
Fuck birthdays, I aged in the worst ways
From hearses to curses.....fuck it, I'm lost

[Verse 2: Jae Smoove]

Can't love the gift more than the giver
Can't hold this food for thought so for you I gone spill my liver
Regurgitate lyrics and I hope you hear them more clearer
Relax, in state of stasis, I'm latching on to the matrix
Passing places where multiple shot are ringing out
They call them strays, same bullets that knocked his spirit out
And got me thinking if i ever meet my maker, up in the next life
I'd give him endless praise and I'd promise momma I'd act right
But that's his life and that resulted in death
But not the only thing that ever gave me critical stress
Watch women turn into hoes and later became some fiends
The devils after they jeans, these images gave me dreams
To escape realizations of a pitiful world
Trapped in my room, crack of dawn letting these vocals unfurl
But on the other side mothers got a blacken eye, stepfather on his do or die
Tactics, we never had interactions, cause he's lost