Kirklandd - J*F*K (prod. Ron Gilmore) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

I just touched down in JFK
And now I better make a play...

[Verse One]

Alight the mic right it’s the realest in the room
Stressin’ in the womb but I’m fearless in the tomb
My heart is in the tune, a first time donor
Sleep on the kid, this ain’t a first time coma, owner
Of all the inventions you never thought a
Reinvent the wheel, now we’re spinning for the longer
Twist the key and peel and we’re grinning in the wonder
Bars are never watered down, sipping on it stronger, no longer a goner who be finding doubt in the truth
Forever young, as I’m sipping from the fountain of youth
Poof, I make a run for freedom and dash
Fly to the most high think I’ll meet him at last


[Hook]

Now I touched down in JFK
Free from all false prophets and renegades, I used to
Ask questions and fire last
Am I somebody, answer what aliyaah ask
In the rapture we had to, form wonderful bars
In the black of the night, become one with the stars
Caught the red eye high, and we missed the fear
Belvedere saw it crystal clear

[Verse Two]

My grip tight, I’m struggling to hold the reigns
Can’t grow to change, all I know are growing pains
Remote the pain
I activate it when I need it
Wish I could cop a sierra diamond but never bleed it
I can’t concede it, I’m flying for mars
But a hundred gold roleys couldn’t cover the scars
Toking pipes as I’m walking on my own two
Had the black and white, yeah my homie used to own two, the yin and the yang
Blow at night imma sin with a bang
Keep a chair free for me imma sit with a king and hail
Your money train a surely derail
I’m just waiting on the moment when my glory prevail
I used to have good means, achieving hood dreams
The kid merely questioned the legend of robbin hood’s schemes
Now we born to give it back
Only wanted to soar, we’re never given that, but


[Hoook]

…now I touched down in JFK
Free from all false prophets and renegades, I used to
Ask questions and fire last
Am I somebody, answer what aliyaah ask
In the rapture we had to, form wonderful bars
In the black of the night, become one with the stars
Caught the red eye high, and we missed the fear
Belvedere saw it crystal clear