Jon Hope - Blood Streams 2 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

February Boy! February Boy!
Never had a toy I was nothing to play with
I’m God’s favorite let me make this clear
I’m afraid of my strength I only fear fear

Radio dead the dream is alive
Labels are scared ‘cause I written my mind
Written my truth became the people’s favorite record
Jon Hope no joke like April second

Gah damn! I’m fully dressed to go out on a limb
The future look dim they all sound like him
Passed the margin or damn near fallin’ to the brink
Having cold thoughts my ideas wear a mink

Don't know what tomorrow brings or yesterday has
Fuck Beyonce tell me where’s Destiny’s dad
Tell him Hope lookin’ for him that’s word to my poem
I just wanna meet him hug him and get to know him

My notebook is just a real nigga Quran
Show you how to avoid prison dream bigger than Sean
Why they all in my comments why they all wanna gossip
The real is in the house you just rent the apartment

Lord of the land no chords or a band
One mic one mic one mic one mic one mic one mic
One night inside a small cafe I wrote murder
I shot a couple dream killers and joy burglars

With fervor Kendrick we’ll one day meet
I’m the fuckin’ reason Troy Ave is a one way street
Fuck a club, fuck da industry, fuck a network
I fuck the world and cum on Earl’s sweatshirt

Oooh! I’m leaving stains and shit
I’m just singing songs from my pain and shit
Never gang bang crip but I shoot at stars
Hold the moon for hostage and took a stab at the dark

Still never convicted my freedom is a choice
Go to planet fitness and lift every voice
When I spit that opposite of a lie
My license to kill says Providence till I die

Oh Lord! tell these rapper I’m emotionless
With Tyra Banks they couldn’t pose a threat
Haven’t you learned from the catalogue pardon that
A humble king who left his crown at the laundromat

Rinse the dirt off my name there’s no one to blame
Hiking up Cypress Hill now I’m going insane
Last month I turned down a deal I wasn’t craving’
So it’s still 9-5 but my dreams are misbehaving

They don’t listen to reality disobey orders
It’s a penny for my thoughts and my speech is about a quarter
Monday night raw, unfiltered, and unmastered
No father to my style this nigga is a bastard

Ahhhh!!! errrybody tells me my spirit is awkward
They called me a bully I pushed the culture forward