MF Grimm - Still My Love [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

One by one bitch niggas get served
As I touch nerves with these special herbs

[Chorus]
For my niggas in the street I give love (love)
For my niggas locked up I give love (love)
For the sistas in the struggle I give love (love)
This is all my (love) transformed through beats
In the street I give love (love)
For my niggas locked up I give love (love)
For the sistas in the struggle I give love (love)
This is all my (love) transformed through beats

[Verse 1]
One by one bitch niggas get served
As I touch nerves with those special herbs
Now seasoned by the architect, spiced up the words
Streets move fast so everything is blurred
Give streets my love, I can't forget you
Those who supported me, be nothing without you
The best of times, the worst of times
Scars and Memories travel Perc through time
Before a nigga made a dime, before a nigga rhymed
Watch people in the street, from the bottom climb
They went after what they wanted, hunger didn't stop
Defied all the odds and made it to the top
Some didn't get the chance, murdered real young
Died over bullshit, others got strung
Forgot they were king and queens, crack touched lungs
Some fought law, but law still won
Streets is a movie, new actors want a role
Creackheads, hence crack, pack of crack stole
Some stay in streets too long, took a toll
Couldn't do the time, switch became a mole

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Seconds go by, I'm starting to feel my age
Scars, thirty-five of 'em, four stars later
Still in trenches, can't help it I'm a leader
Weight on shoulders, load ain't gettin' lighter
Family suffer, squat to lift burden
Got good grip, but legs are trembling
Focus on chi, meditate, settle in
Bring self good times, I'm remembering
Life was easy, carried in momma's arms
Difficult older, momma know I carry arms
Her son's a fighter, momma know I carry on
Paralyzed, but momma know I carry on
Percy'll be a billionaire, believe Mr. Carey's on
I know I can't rest, I guess I'll do it when I'm gone
Hold back my dreams, on this planet there's none
To show the streets that it can be done cause

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Women with beautiful looks got them far
Got them a hustler, a ghetto street star
Got them jewelry, got them cars
And got some killed and put behind bars
Put in situations they don't want to be in
Sistas locked down, my heart for you is bleedin'
Little kids watch street life and was shown
Tried it on they own, got murdered like they grown
Others got a hundred years, whole life blown
Feelin' like a fool, should've stayed they ass in school
A few did make it, but most got shot
The school of hard knocks, from you I learned a lot
So (thank you)

Love
Love
Love (transformed through beats)
Love
Love
Love
Love (transformed through beats)

That's the end