K Ben Rose - Pregnancy [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Mama need bill money
Working retail I ain't really making real money
Raisin in the sun
Raised in an era where we all living by the gun
And niggas want juice no punchbowl nigga
We just want to be great stories untold nigga
Ain't no killer but don’t pusha me
Couldn’t really see myself tryna push a key
Couldn’t really see myself tryna hug the block
When I barely hug my sister
Shit sitting here tryna figure it out
Like where I’m going are you in are you out ?
Talking to myself saying nigga you can’t do this
Jotting down lyrics like nigga this ain't music
Aw fuck it crumble the paper
Hold up nah my nigga we major
Rosey Rose you a far rock player
Get it get it man it’s all in your favor
Probably play this shit for kris
And he tell me that its wack
Probably play it for his sis
And she tell him that’s its black
Sound just like all them other niggas
So ignant
I’m offended
I know it’s more than the gear and the pendants
July 4th it’s all about independence
That we think that we have
Tryna stop bullies in a home full of bullies
Please tell me why the hell are there sandbags?
If we just fall back they might just fall back
But we got too much pride
Reputation is our legacy
And if you start a revolution
Then its fuck you pregnancy !

[Verse 2]
Sheesh we dropping drones
Home village or bases
We gotta protect our own
Man fuck negotiation
Donald sterling don’t give a shit
Racist but he got money
Clandestine rallies conspiring on Zimmerman
2 niggas in the front
4 niggas in the back
That’s 6 niggas riding strapped
Automatics and timberlands
All black appearances
He just pictured his grin again
Racist profiled our skin again
Fuck that shit man they skinning him
Hop in the shower
And wash away
All of the blood of a coward
Who family got power It’s unfair
But what would that solve it wouldn’t resolve what’s unclear
We don’t have the answers
We can’t cure cancer
So keep on dancing
Materialism and bboy stances
And fuck bad hoes
Don’t care if you handsome
Just fuck for the credit in seat of your phantom
She sit on your lap just call that a come up
And that head give you life man just call that a one up
And violence never the answer
But we holding them guns up
Cause they gone try to hold us back
Cause we mutants like Logan
And god shine that light on us
Cause my nigga we’ve been chosen
We the future
We the future
Yeah my nigga we’ve been frozen
The government don’t run the world
Man Jp Morgan and Goldman do
True

[Ending]
Please save us from us [Repeated]