Jam Young - Child Of The Blues [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Jam Young

[Verse One]
A product of Sammy Davis and Langston Hughes
Saxophones and clarinet tunes
Walt whit-whim, eminem fumes
That's the blues, yet going after green,
Red in my eyes are from low self-esteem
Blowing off a dream
Think martin, Luther
Sniped by a shooter,
America was down with no one to sooth her
In the medulla, of an adolescent
Like me, need sense like an effervescent
Don't grieve, when somehow I been blessed with
Minor keys, music of reality
Authentic author, cooking Martha, Stewart
Words-worth news-first, pages
From being in my own world even on stages
That were phases, to birth phrases
Acting as verbal mazes, to free mental cages, from insanity...

[Verse 2]
A listener of boom bap, learning while I zoom at
The bad boys, doing it Big like Craig mac
Kool as G Rap, Slick, no eye patch
And a show off, tank top and a nice rack
Picture that like a renaissance
Sitting- smoking cigars
Sipping- with fancy broads at a restaurant
BB kings, audmar ambiance
Now let me ride the beat, rap tour de france, yea, it's on
With Johnny Cash on my mind
Locked like prisoners at Folsom doing time,
Can't see any hues, color blind
Even to the coloring book's lines
Still I tell an A&R, I got an A,R, 15
Ready to spray off if these lyrics don't pay off
But I love it, never take a day off
Living like the king... in Pollock chaos

[Verse 3]
This is Jerry Lee Lewis at his finest when I'm rhyming
Great balls of fire like a ruby round diamonds
So says Simon I'm the x-factor
Could tell I was poet, way before I was a rapper
Ask Mr. Weeks, he'll tell ya any day of the week
I'd drive past police, with my poetic license
Hard to believe, I'm not one of the nicest?
You ain't got the slightest clue
Speaking blasphemy like a righteous view
Ain't Nasir but a child of the blues...
Regardless, par-don my French, but I got expensive tastes
Ask my girl when I'm kissing on her face
In our own type of world like mase
Except we stretch across all states
With a case of fine wine and a troubled mind
Praying, hoping the future will shine
Cause trouble goes any place it can find...

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