Kirklandd - Thankful [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse One)
Said im tryna keep it tru to me
But the game is moving on from what it used to be
Believe in my third eye
The spirit i keep inside
I feel i needed to hide in the jungle
You’ll never survive your reign crumble, to rubble
They just into changing they stripes
Stick to dreamin or believing bills are making em nice
But the same bill that killed the last living legend
Just bought the soul of every one of ya bretherand
Like the star of david was a dollar figure
Learning from your heart now you know a scholar’s in ya, did ya, fill the minds lead the riot?
You need to be real when sitting on topa cypresss...

(Hook)
Look how i came, with a rifle and aim
We’re living it while we get it and we’re staying the same (the same)

Uh, i took a rifle and aim
To the stars and leaving the boulevard
Every fruit of ya labour i’m betting a bullet guard
It’s truly ours
We’re killing em all, the list long
Uh, Chris kyle, the bodies pile, i’m already gone

(Verse Two)
Old ghosts had rose from the crowd again
Hope if Biggie dug above the surface he’d be proud a him
Hoping every rapper spitting worthless isn’t louder than
The kid that went looking for love, and quickly found a friend
Just to leave, and protect, a new rep
I hope I’m never writing on the new cheques, for who next, the new jets
Are flying I’m getting it out in Zion
I’m hitting the pearly gates an my faith, slowly declining, oh
Livin low, but we’ll be above the law
And dream of neighbours that’d hate us all for our decor
Until we pull up at the light and hear get out the car
My tunnel vision down a barrel that’ll sound bizarre
To an untrained ear
How you’d find, glory took a turn and became fear, sharing the same tear
But it feel deeper as it rise up my ankles
Feel the tide, ride coming high, fuck it I’m thankful

(Hook)
Look how i came, with a rifle and aim
We’re living it while we get it and we’re staying the same (the same)

Uh, i took a rifle and aim
To the stars and leaving the boulevard
Every fruit of ya labour i’m betting a bullet guard
It’s truly ours
We’re killing em all, the list long
Uh, Chris kyle, the bodies pile, i’m already gone