King Space - MAMA (Fruitvale Station) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Chorus)
Nah don't cry mama
Nah don't cry mama
Tryna run from these streets but these niggas keep calling at me
I can't see the end of this mother fucking tunnel
But you shine bright let me make this change for you (x2)

(Verse 1)
Rewind it back to 2005'in
Niggas lounge in the corner
Spittin raps for the OGs
Nah wasn't an OG an older version of me, but got laid with the iron I call that study a board how he learned a lesson
No room for acting in these streets
Don't pretend who you ain't G
Casting calls saved for police
How they picking out your roll
From the chalk etched on the side walk and i ain't talking hopscotch
These girls out here play set up for the niggas wearing black masks
No white man wearing black masks
No profit with the racism just hold backing your own kind
Would've thought it was apartheid
But black on black that spells crime
Black on steel that scream homi-
White on steel they say justice according to the judges
Who gives you power to judge us
I mean you ain't here we losing all
Of our niggas
They shooting we aim back
To protect our home
Now, the coppers ain't doing shit so tell them to fuck that, til they listen
They ain't shit, but they'll never know to they hustle
They lose their fam in scuffle
Maybe take 2 in the gutter
I ain't slowlin' down for no one so tell me who gonna cuff us
When we up roar up roar
Let me tell you when we up roar!
We aim for nothing but respect
Fucking scholars in the hood
But niggas getting no chance
The crime rate on the up up
What the fuck is you doing? Patrolling? Nigga get the fuck up out these streets

(BREAK)

(Verse 2)
My Jordan's on the asphalt
Hoodie up its a Champion
My momma working two jobs we finally making a come up
My first pairs feeling like MJ
Not the king of pop but I gonna a nano, playing Thriller got the Max volume
In deep thought so I'm mean mugging;
Gotta make a plan wanna be a singer;
But I gotta a daughter gotta keep it real 9 - 5 I'm thinking bought my family I gotta make a mil
Well you know we all got dreams; I'm just a kid with hope a New Years a New Years at Bart now

Sir sit the fuck down and take a listen your friends and you are just hooligans bent on making this day a tragic one for the good people of Fruitvale Station you niggers are gonna learn now respect the cops
Line up against the wall gotta check you now

But look man sincerely we even do nothing watched the fireworks a bit
We're just Tryna make it home, my daughters waiting on me now, in the morning chuck e cheese

Did I ask about your fucking life put your face on the ground now, officer go and cuff him; he's now resisting arrest

Felt his knee pressed on my head, officer putting the cuffs screaming at me to turn around, but a copper on my head so of course could not comply pulled a weapon on me Bro
Felt the hammer cock and drum now my life's slipping away; losing grip blood in my lungs with my hopes dripping away I got daughter were my last few words
FUCK!

(Chorus)
Nah don't cry mama
Nah don't cry mama
Tryna run from these streets but these niggas keep calling at me
I can't see the end of this mother fucking tunnel
But you shine bright let me make this change for you (x2)