L Jinny - Can't Be Life [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus: Yaseen Rosay]
Yeah I swear this can't be life can't be love
Its can't be right but it is shame is what we grew our minds
What you know about these cold bros
They gotta they cheese piffin', Henny sippin'
Tryna feel different when he chasing
Chasing the women but we end up with the bitches
And the real brothers all instinct

[Verse 1: L Jinny]
Close my eyes I feel the friction in my nerves
Tryna reminisce on old times but the images are blood
But the visions are disturbing
Tryna paint pictures of words but its not happening
The riots block our fingers reoccurred
OK, now I'm back in this room and I'm writing again
I thought I quit, I guess I only speak my mind with a pen
Unfortunate kids, still I thank Allah at night in my bed
I look at all these children talking how they lighting the sken
Nah!!
You ain't never let the 'ting blow
And even if you did, I bet you never caught a body
Sick of all these YouTube thugs and NNS syndrome
Stay true to who you are brudda, start talkin' properly
And what you know about six siblings and a mum to feed?
And sister cut the benefits, now I'm the one for peas
And now they wanna send my family back to Egypt
Already feeling sea sick, gotta get them peas quick!

[Chorus: Yaseen Rosay]
Yeah I swear this can't be life can't be love
Its can't be right but it is shame is what we grew our minds
What you know about these cold bros
They gotta they cheese piffin', Henny sippin'
Tryna feel different when he chasing
Chasing the women but we end up with the bitches
And the real brothers all instinct

[Verse 2: L Jinny]
Now would you pay attention if I had some more views?
Bitches in the videos, or sittin' in a Porsche coupe?
The realest in the game, fuck glistening in chain
Most of us grew in poverty, difficult to relate
On top of that the pops is doing life without remand
I Got to keep my calm
Can't ride with that shit on
It's hard to progress in the future with a damaged past
But still I try to count my blessings and I thank Allah
See none of these yutes got no reason to be out and hustle
And still they jump on tracks and try to talk 'bout struggle
But they just struggle to go clubbin' on the weekend
And Then they back in mummy's comfort when the week ends
Haaa, It's kinda funny though
Always complaining about getting snaked for the money yo
But they won't hesitate to do the same in that position
It's just a sewage full of rats, riding rats for provision

[Chorus: Yaseen Rosay]
Yeah I swear this can't be life can't be love
Its can't be right but it is shame is what we grew our minds
What you know about these cold bros
They gotta they cheese piffin', Henny sippin'
Tryna feel different when he chasing
Chasing the women but we end up with the bitches
And the real brothers all instinct

[Outro: Yaseen Rosay]
Yeah, still here, Yaseen, Lyricist Jinn
Shouts to my brothers and my sisters
Still here still here still here still here
Yeah yeah yeah!