JoeyRat - Criminal State Of Mind [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1

Meet me at the corner liquor store around 4
Make sure you bring a bat. cause were breakin' down the door
Maybe if I could rap, I wouldn't have to steal
We robbin' with some fake guns, its so fuckin' surreal
My pockets hurtin' bad, I'm just tryin' to make em heel
Life is harder than a rock, but I got nerves of steel
The world is a monstrocity
We all livin' in poverty
Will I ever be successfull probably
But failure has gotten me
To where I am today
Mind of a criminal ready to shoot away
President obama is who I fuckin' blame
The balls in my court bitch, its not a fuckin game
He's out shootin' hoops, I'm out shootin' locks
Opening doors with my semi-auto cocked Glocks
Times runnin' out, so I grabbed an extra clock
Got shot in the back by obama where's my doc
I'm sick of this life, I'm sick of this office
Its like a bad wife, they think there all bosses
I elect donald trump, as the next president
Maybe then I will be hesitant to rob another resident
I'll create a new testament, to let him in
He'll better than. Ever man
Take my fuckin word
Really grab it out my ass. I'm talkin' shit like a tird
Hated obama every second that I'm almost on my third

Chorus:
Criminal. State of mind
Has me fuckin' blind
Tell president obama shove it up his behind
If I needed 50 cents to take a shit
I would have to puke
Every word I spit is legit
And that's the fuckin truth
Motherfucker

Verse 2

I rob things, its my blood like hodgkins
But I don't do drugs, and you shouldn't either
Life or death. I want niether
I just need to take a breath. Cause I think I need a breather
I remember fifth grade, detention after class everyday from the shit I made
I made kids cry by spittin' in there face
I had a crush on the teacher, I saw myself in love
My lil pepe gettin hard. I thought I could rise above
I was wrong, now I'm here writin' this song
I just wish my dick was as long
Back then as it is today
Take a grain a salt for every stupid fucking thing I say
I'mma beast, gettin criminally charged for murdering these beats
I'm coverin' up hoes underneat my sheets
I don't give fuck, I do what I please
So get the fuck out my house and give me back the keys
We've been experiencing. Trouble in the neighborhood
They sayin kids like me. Ain't doin' any good
Well then leave your fuckin' house
And get the fuck up out of my town
Life here is a bitch and I stripped her of her night gown
When I come around. Better turn the other way
If you try to runaway. Bitch your gonna have pay
Now clear your ear wax and listen to what I'm about to say