L.o.M.d - Blood On the Leaves (Cover) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I’m about to clear my mind now
It’s been racing since the last time (freeze)
Since the last time (freeze)
Massa won’t give me no time now
I’m just tryna get my money right now
Massa just slap me and tell me boy pipe down
But hear my woman in the next room with Massa getting piped down
Every night now, but what can I say, I haven’t been with her for long and she’s putting up a fight now
Yeah I’m tryna get up but who am I now
It’s painful and straining to know it it’s all pawns and knights now
I’m placed in the front for what to climb and take a strike down
My heart is on my sleeve
And the blood is on the leaves
Tryna explain this scene, so you can feel what I mean
L.o.M.d team, I’m done being told to pipe down, let’s get it hype now

I’m tryna be somebody
I don’t need nobody as long as I got my soul and body
You can take my wallet (x2)

I wanna be somebody, but Massa’s upstairs and told me I’m gonna need somebody
Or I’m gonna get bodied
But forget it, I may be wrong and I get it
Cuz they make the rules so that may be the only way to live it
I’m livid, it used to be whoever did the most, would be the same one with the right to boast
But now they adjusting the prices so they choose, who gets Massa’s love and who gets tied to the post
And he don’t even know

March 1st, 2013, Massa gave his first pleased look at me
I was just doing work, we finally get paid and I got chickens to feed
He asked me, boy you see the poplar tree?
I replied yessir, thinking next it was gon’ be me
He said keep doing what I’m doing and one day I might be free
It was an attempt to break me down because he’s given millions of us the same speech
His sons, dictate that and I don’t really think they like me
Or even I know I exist
Blue collar I am it, if I had clothes on my back
I ain’t tryna complain, I’m just stating facts
Maybe that’s why I’m in the southern part of the residence and the map
It’s harder for us tryna make it through the cracks

Halle Berry, Hallelujah pick your poison tell me what you're doing (x4)

This for all of us slaving in the basement
Last day racing, towards for the finish line
But nobody cares, is this work even called a career
No income yet, climbing up the stairs, for no reason
Cause the only way you get a chance is if you can get a meeting
So you working morning to the evening, tryna gain your freedom
Fighting with your demons
Heavy breathing during the summer season
It ain’t because of your skin color, it’s the life you chose brother
When you chose this road brother, unless your affiliated with royalty
You’re gonna go through these spoils G
Luckily it leads to wine flowing in abundance
The table is set, for some of us
But 98% will never get the feeling, either they can quit the plantation
Or die as an old soul in the basement
I’m gonna make sure in 2-3 years my spot is vacant
So I pray to anything holy and sacred
I refuse to be complacent; the experience here will never be forsaken
You will never stop this new life like an abortifacient
I ain’t playing, you can break my bones
But not my heart, throw my face into tar
Push me on the ground, do what you want, but in the end it’s going down
What’s a crown without king, what’s a mayor without no town
What’s Berry Gordy without Motown, what’s a sentence without no nouns
What’s a speaker without no sound