Mickey Wallace - One Mic [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Mickey Wallace]

All I need is one beat one mic
And make sure it’s plugged in
One airwave to carry it to the world’s end
Just one verse one bar shy of 85
No hook no weed no gin no red eye
Just me, one man band I stand tall
Humbled in the eyes of God knowing we all fall
Here to educate through song trying to teach a few
Far from what’s popular with the youth
But this truth must be stated over rated? It can’t be
Truth from a youth like you listen this may be
Exactly what your souls been missing
You don’t have to rock your head just listen
Close your eyes it’s a heart brake vision
When stray bullets strike innocent meat
Shattered 40oz bottles in the middle of streets
Babes are born cocaine in vein to slang soda
Playtimes out young men the game’s over

Troops in the field they turn round about face
Soldiers in the hood got 4pounds around waist
Toss flakes into the grass when jakes give chase
Killing one another for butter falling from all grace
Mamie 14 she pregnant having a li’l one
Daddy went broke on the dice yet feel he should’ve won
Prophecies coming to pass we living foul
Turn around and bow my people the time is now!

(All I need is one mic)
Told you there’s no break here
No cop out of hook I’ll make it all clear
Broadcast live direct reporting from a block
Similar to yours no chorus because it don’t stop
Look at what we teaching the kids
Without an ounce of remorse for the lies we live
Everybody want to take tell me will you give?
In this world where the creeds’ get it how you live
(It’s all messed up)
Step back analyze look at how the hate flow
Young dude middle school idolize a bank roll
High school dropped out said he got to make mo
Fast cash shots blast never heard drive slow
Baby had the whole world gave to her real quick
Skipped school sexed dudes baby feeling real sick
Baby got a baby on the way baby feel this
No man no plan baby just a mistress
Pops either dipped or dead or doing jail time
Mama not tripping bout the kids when it’s mail time
Nail time hair time never made care time
This 3D you aitn getting it through the grapevine

Came from the bottom now we headed for the top (YES)
Have we gotten low (YES)
Just to get mo (YES)
Advocate of progress
Willing to get no rest
Got to feed family we hungry and it’s just a
Lil further lil longer lil mo so we
Get tougher grind smarter pray harder for a
Better living better vision on the moun – tain peak
It’s so sweet when I think about how it could be

(But)
Some say it’s farfetched
Was told life’s a wretch
I play this game 4 quarters no time for the bench
No referee so, fouls in the streets go
Kind of like commando, squad with your fam do
Utilize tools these broke dudes need a fix
Game don’t stop so you got to watch for the pick
Watch how your man get cold then he sick
Feen for the cheese disease infecting your chips

Welcome to the hoods of the earth
Where nobody owns dirt yet we fight for the turf
Some never had a job so they call white work
Learned to work a 45 cause it came with perks
Learned to flirt with a broad as a means of leisure
Love God just because we were told He sees us
Wondering with how we living, how we go see Jesus?
Hate the hood and everything about it please believe us
My Lord! Help us all internally the spirit and flesh clashing
War is deep this beef’s forever lasting
Complete with the mental scars
So being free is like a prison yard, drama where does it start?
Could it be that I was born in sin?
Baptized in the Son yet the dark crept in?
Misled by the lies of a good guys grin?
Sold souls to the devil for a promise to win?
Or better yet, should I blame the authority figures?
Date it back to the first one that called us nigger
Put the crack in the hoods with intentions to kill us
Yet now we back by surprise and the whole world feel us
Open eyes all ye people and see these signs
Front page headlines it’s the coming of time
You think I’m crazy?
God is the truth do you want to be found?
Well then bring your life to Christ the time is now