JXXIII - IndieVISUAL [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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[Verse 1: JXXIII]

This the kind of music you hear
That makes you wanna shed tears
That makes you wanna love life
That makes you wanna be here
That's makes you wanna
Find ya self
Be free and be aware
This is hip-hop music
Never tell me be clear
Cause you bustas' rhymes
Are tired
Overcoming obstacles
And jumping fences
Like I'm Spitting through the wire
You ain't gotta like me
But your respect I acquire
To whom much is Given
Much is required
Nas said the world is yours
So I'm quiet
Humble, can't deny it
Stomach rumbling
I been on a diet
And I'm hungry for success
Man I'm bout to start a riot
Cause you don't understand my pain
I'm Suffering in silent
A lyrical pilot
Man I'm bout to take off
Layover or layoff
Get paid or laid off
Self made like Raekwon
Wutang forever playing in the background
Before they day is gone
Best story never told
Like Saigon
Convicted like Akon
4 minutes like A-vant
Or Avant not a sant
Or a saint and I can't
Change to please you
Never am I see thru
But homie I see you
Keep doing ya thing
We gone make it one day
Cause Martin had a dream
Ye had a dream
Cole had a dream
Jhene had a dream
Oprah had a dream
And if you have a dream
Work towards it
Never let em put u down
My nigga Go forward
And Go for it
Swear pourin
Going hard in the paint
Something like
Jordan scoring in '88
Your lyrics is foreign if u don't
Plan to motivate or inspire
It ain't no secret
Lord knows
I Been tired of these
Wack rapper
Wanna bes
Sell Records
Wanna please
Nigga please
Please believe
A new day is coming
U better start running
U better start running
I am who I am
Don't gotta explain it
The world messed up
That's why I keep on complaining
Praying for sunshine
But it keep on raining
The wrong people getting shine
And keep on reigning
Over all but like
The Berlin Wall you gone fall
If you don't stand for
The ppl
U ain't standing at all!!!

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[Verse 2: JXXIII]

Born on the 12th day of June
Forced myself up out
Mama womb
Year was 1993
Came to soon
JXXIII, young
Premature goon
From premie to premium
Always do it big
The fuck is medium?
Man I might split ya wig
End of the term
Close to maternity
Limited time boy no eternity
Like a dboy yo I swear
To God
They burning me
But I'm flame resistant
Always turning keys
Fire fighters
Lighters in the sky
Wave em higher
Remember Allison
Man she called me a liar
But I'm true as hell
Anything I touch
I do it well
But Shoutout to her
Direct deposits
That's what I prefer
Bring yo ass to the fight
You might murked
If it was 09 yo ass would
Get jerked
Next Lauryn Hill
Nah I just got verbs
Either come correct or
Get yo ass curved
Hand on the bible
Like that's my word
Before the swagga
Ain't sending
Shots more like
A daggar
Started from the bottom
Way Down in Atlanta
Close to the top with my gift
Like Santa
Santa (uh)
Climbing down the chimney
It's a cold world
But I got God with me
Rest in peace Whitney
Houston we have a
Problem
Police....officials they will
Not solve them
Police official they will not solve them

They are the problem
Hiphop the answer
Stay away from pork
It'll give u cancer
It might taste good
But it's the kiss of death
It'll Kill ya soul
It'll Rot ya flesh
What A beautiful mess
America is
Just tryna live
Can I atleast do that?
You looking good bae
Tell me where you been at
Almost 21
With my family on my back
All my Loved ones
Is Under attack
I'm the last hope
And I can't cope
So I rap
Til my soul
On fire
Like some dope
On the stove
In the trap
Put my city
On the map
Yeah I rap
But that ain't all
I do
Intelligence
Didn't only come from school
But I'm in it
Anyway
I'm sinning
Everyday
Lord forgive me
I'm just tryna find my way...

I'm just tryna find my way (sing)

I'm Tryna find my way

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