JayJay (UK) - Ebn El Beit [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Fa Ma tes2alni kif 7ali
*So don’t ask me how am I
3ayesh l7ali b3alam 7ali
*Living in a "myself" world
Min lama trakt el bet
*Since I left home
Wo ana deyman bes2al 7ali
*And I'm always asking myself
Ya tara ra7 kon shi mhem ?
*Will I be a shit one day ?
La hek 3am nabesh 3a 7ali
*That’s why am looking for myself
Se3a badi kon fanen
*Sometimes I wana be an artist
Wo ghani kel el layeli
*Singing all nights
Sert keteb alf kteb
*Done writing thousands of books
Kello al7en wo agheni
*Full of tunes and lyrics
Bas kellon bye7ko 3an she wa7ad
*But all about the same tune:
2araf, ham, waja3
*Disgusting, worries and pain
Wo 3an zaman ma khaleni
*About a fate that didn't let me
Eni 3esh metlak
*to Live like you
Beit wo sheghel wo akel endef msh zbelet el kfc kl yom wel teni
*Home and job and clean food
Msh zbelet el KFC kel yom wel teni
*Not KFC's garbage everyday
Bjeibti msreyti ana..Msh msryet 7ada teni..
*My own money in my bucket..not others' money
She rfi2 3anjad rfi2
*A friend that is really friend
Msh byom el sheddi byenseni
*Not in the hard times forgets about me
Mo3anetak ma ma3ak t3abi benzin ?
*Your suffering is that you don't have gaz for your car
Msh 3aref eza ra7 ekol bel yom el teni
*I don’t know if I have something to eat next day
Ma t2lei law kent makenak..Kent 3melt wo 3melt wo 3melt…
*Don't tell me: "if I was you, I would've done that, this and that"
Kent nta7art law kent makeni
*You would've committed suicide if you were me
Wala b3omrak 3anet..metel ma ba3dni 3am 3ani
*And you never suffered of what am still suffering
Mfakar 7ali 3am bemshi..
*Think that i'm walking
Betala3: uf ba3dni makeni
*Then I look backward: still in the same place
Wen makeni ma khalet maken wo ma nabasht 3a makeni
*Where is my place I looked out every place for my place
Ya tara metel ma y2olo 3ani ebn el shere3
*Am I like they say: homeless buy
Wala hayda 7ada teni?
*Or that’s someone, not me
Makeni msh bel fan
*My place is not in art
Hek 2elt la7ali bel yom el teni
*That’s what I told myself the next day
Bel yom el teni badi sert baddi ser abona
*Next day: I wana be a priest
Eh la2an fi allah
*Yeah..becuz there is a god somewhere
Baddi khaber el nes 3an allah
*I wana tell people about that god
Howe talab hek marra
*Cuz once he asked us to do so
Wo yemken ba3da le2i 7ali
*And after that I would find myself
Sheft ba3da abona, be7ashi jyebo bhal masari
*Then i saw a father stuffing that much of money in his pockets
Kif hek..b2esem allah?
*How is that..in a name of the god?
Eza rah ser hek ma badi kon hek
*If i will be like this..I don't wana be like this
Khaleni jareb…Erja3 la ahli wo kon ebn lbet
*So let me try to go back home and be: the homey guy

Ba3d ma rje3t 3al bet:
*After I got home:
Hsein..ma ma3na ajar lbet
*Hussein..We don’t have money for the home bills
Khayak bado dawa
*Your brother needs medicine
Wo Noura ma ma3a tyeb
*Nora doesn’t have clothes
Akel lal bet..mesryet..msh masra7ye masra7yet..
*Food for home..money..not a play but plays
Bs hsein khod ekhtak ma3ak
*But Hussein don’t forget to take ur sister with you
Ta tjame3 aktar msryet
*To save more money
8 wo 9 snin kenna
*8 and 9 years old we were
Wo raye7in men bet la bet
*And going from a home to home
Tayeb ymkin ana t3awadet 3a hal shi
*Alright maybe I got used on this..
Bs ekhti sho 3arfa bhal shaghlet
*but how my sister knows about such stuff ?
Sert emshi bel shere3
*I started walking on streets
Wel nes y2olo hayda eben lshere3
*And people point at me: the homeless guy
Meste7i b7ali
*Lost trust in myself
Kheyef yel2atni baye wo ana bhal 7ale
*Afraid that my father see me at this situation
Kel eli fehmo eni
*But something I never get:
Rabi fo2 rasi Wo deyman lal ra7me jeye3?
*God's right above my head and always hungry for his mercy
Kel eli fehmo eni
*All I know is that
Jo3an wo ta3ben kelni jaye..2erfen
*I'm hungry and tired..full of dirt and disgusted
Kheyfen eza shefni baye yedrebni metel eyem zamen
*Afraid that if my father see me will beat me like he used before
Bas ro2 ejetni fekra
*But wait I got an idea
Bokra bel liel eza darabni bokra
*Tomorrow's night if he beats me
Ra7 e3tebro msh baye
*I will consider him not a father
El panadol el waheed ded el 3ayle bshi saydalye
*A one of its kind painkiller, against the family thing, at some pharmacy
L2ana mafhom l3ayle met men zamen
*Cuz the family concept has died long ago
Byom ken jweti tefil
*Once there was a child inside me
Bs allah yerhamo hal ensen
*But let his soul rest in peace

Min lama khla2ni allah
*Since the day that god created me
Wo 3am 7awel deyman efham hal 7ayet
*And I'm always trying to understand this life
Wo es2al 7ali eza hye aktar mn ms2alet sa7b wo eflet
*And questioning if it was more than "pull out and drop"
T3awadet joliete t2eli yaret
*I used to hear jolliete telling me: "I wished that
Bkezbet bayak ma ngharet wo ma3 emmi dalet
*I haven't got seduced by your father's lies, and stayed with my mom
Wala 3reft bayak…wala 2alli be7ebni wo hal de3ayet
*And that I never met him, or told me that he loves me and those promotions
3an sho ma3o bel jaybe alofet
*About how much money in his pockets"
Wana 3am 2ol b2albi
*And am saying to myself:
Ya tara ken mkhabara eno 3ando hsein wo hal banet ?
*Did he tell her about Hussein and those girls?
Aw natar lawa2ta yejo baneta hye 3al 7ayet ?
*Or was waiting for her own girls to come to life?
Wo hek bye2daro y3esho 2eset romeo wo joliete?
*And so they can live the fashion of Romeo and Jolliete ?
Ya tara joliete el 2adime khatyaret yemken?
*Maybe the old Jolliete got old maybe ?
Ma7bose bbet ahla ymken 3ayshe ma2set?
*Trapped in her family's home, living in pain ?
Wo halla2 hye 3am tfaker bewoleda yemken ?
*And maybe now she might be thinking of her kids?
Kam marra s2alet 3ana wo 2aletli bala hal so2alet
*how many times have I asked about her and being told: "Hussein don’t ask such questionsEmmak we7de sharmota
*Your mom is bitch"
Khefet mn baye..akalt hawa wo ma radet
*And I got afraid of my father and never spoke a word?
Baye kel yom besalli mashallah 5 marret
*My father prays 5 times a day
Wo Mn yom ma sharra3 el den ykon 3andak bs 5 joliete
*And since the day that our religion allowed us to have only 5 Jolliete's
Battal hada mn el 3ayle 3ando bet
*The family no more has home
Be2olo Be kel bet fi jora
*They say every home has a hole
Bas ana beiti feyo alf jora
*Well my home has like 1000 holes
Betla3 men jora bo2a3 be jora
*I get out of the hole then I slip in the next hole
Wo ekher jora kenet: el mojtama3 laza2li brasi sora
*And the last hole was..that the community stamped in my head a picture says that
Eni wahad ma byetla3 menni shi far tajerob..mareed
*I'm nothing..a sick experiment rat
Mask Malzoo2 bkhele2ti kel ma ou3a 3a sob7 jdeed
*Mask stuck on my face whenever I wake up for a new morning
Sert 3am etala3 bel mrayeh ta shoof eza fye shi mofeed
*I started to stare at myself in the mirror to see if I'm good in something
Wo hala2 3am bekhod zoloft ta jarreb 7il ekht hal 7azoura
*And lately begun taking Zuluft..a try to solve this motherfucking puzzle
Kassir 7adid sarli warah 9 snin min wara hal 3a2lye lma7fora
*To break a cage that I've been inside for 9 years cuz of the logic that stamped
Brason: "ah sori ? = 3amel baton, Serlankieh ? = kheddameh lel jali wel jora"
*in their heads: "oh Syrian? = a concrete worker, Serlankih ? = a maid for the sink and dirty dishes"
"Ya hsien 2om le2i sheghil"
*"Hussein, find a job !"
Lok ma laffet lebnen wo kellon badon sora
*Man I looked up all Lebanon and all want a photo copy
3an haweti, wo baye ma tarakli gher dahr ma7ro2 wo sora
*Of my ID, and my father left nothing for me but only burned back and a picture
3an allah deyman ghadban 3lay
*Of god that always mad of me
Wo 7ayawan bsoret khay
*And an animal in shape of brother

Oh don’t go..Wait wait…ok ?
There is another story about jay
He recently innocently felt like his brother loves him
But Not like any other day
And once he told him:
Hey Jay Jay, can I sleep next to you today ?
And jay say yeah you're my brother man
This can be great
And in the same fucking gray day
He woke up saying oh oh another fucking gay
He stood up and got his pant zipped up
While his brother saying plz if my father will know
I will be fucked up !!
Now Jay Jay walked away
And got back to the street
I think you wonder now…how
Jay Jay can be great next day?

Once I remembered to make a call
My faggit father: jay jay you're taking it too far..
I never meant to make on my dear son's body scar
By the way your lovely sister's missing you so much dough
Now Jay Jay Please come back home with any bus or car
I'm really sorry for beating you so hard
But nah, from now on I'm orphan, gone
Done being your fucking toy.. you've lost it all
Now go marry another bitch, cuz you still have 3..Ough
And make a new kid tortured, god's dough without a soul
Keep hiding from you behind his room's wall
Then in the very next day pretend praying to god
And I'm ending this motherfuckin tragedy
Or whatever you might call
You turned my daylight off yeah but I got the stars
And been taught to a draw a peace circle whenever you start a war
Keep acting like if you were truly father
I think by now you should've got the biggest Oscar
But you still got nothing in me but only hate, even though
So now I'm leaving you in a world of…of that small
"Jay if you keep being homeless..
You'll end up in jail or deathful downfall"
But how right now I'm able to rap about you and your faker whore
And saying "sorry for disrespecting you daddy but
Fuck you I can't fall" ?