John River - Broken Down [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Toussaint Morrison]
Broken down but looking up
I found there's no one but me on this road
I'm not measuring with seconds
Weeks or days I preface this is the best that a kid can explain
I ain't waiting for a moment or season to touch the sky
Without me shaking
I'm not going then and I don't need no ones reason
No ones reason, to do my thing hey

[Verse 1: John River]
(They call me John)
You ain't got a sweater yet you claiming that you hood's high
Only 'Saugga nigga that be flaming out the woods [?]
[?] like they got a name
We still pound wood
After December came and mash I still sound hood
Hey boy I still sound good
You ever let the song play
Coming from the North not the west, baby Kanye
Other rappers dealing with niggas yelling that they shit's fake
But they can't tell me nothing, did it off a mixtape
No label, no deal, no favours, so real
Chill up in the streets like a nigga did a dope deal
With God and the Devil, the leader and the rebel
As a leader know I rebel tell my niggas never settle
Look O.C is the gang, Rollie is the slang
We do this for my niggas because we never had a thang
Fresh up out a hell they say that I'm the new [?]
Had to get my soul back and when I found, found Toussaint

[Hook]

[Skit]
How much did you pay?
A dollar fifty-nine plus tax
I hope you got your change
Oh my god I really love that!
I know it's so nice I love the colour, its really pretty
Yeah it definitely is. Did you get your change?
Okay I know I paid that bill I need my money and I need my change

Robbery, Gunshots, sirens
It is time for change

[Verse 2: John River]
Hey Hope City stand up
F.T.C nigga you already know what it is
From the fucking city nigga
Prayers up
They trying to break me
I guess it's cause I'm broken down
Mama they just shot down Michael Brown
Cause he Brown
My niggas screaming that it's wack
Maybe he was a suss, suspected of being black
You gotta understand, you gotta see the vision
This is just what happens when they privatize prisons
Make money of a jail so they gotta start arresting
The police enter neighborhoods and supersede aggression
They start off with the richest and go down to the poorest
Invade the black neighborhoods like motherfucking tourists
If they don't get arrests, it subsequent their pay drop
They hoping that you sell some drugs or even fucking J-walk
And then you do, hear the sirens, and turn around
Put your hands in the air and you get down to the ground
Saying prayer to our heaven Lord, our sisters broken down
Six shots, six rounds, R.I.P Micheal Brown

[Bridge: Kamilah Apong]

I don't know where I want to go
This is all I've ever known
This the place I call my home
I, know they want us all to die
I just want to fly
Before I cross the sky

[Outro: John River]
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measures
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us
We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us
And as we are liberated from our own fear
Our presence automatically liberates others
Marianne Williamson