Nappz Bacon - Respiration (snippet) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1 (Nappz Bacon)

The Streets live with killers, dope fiends and drug dealers
Baby mamas trippin harder, bad kids and thug niggas
No mercy shown to niggas, cops come and pull triggers
Dude laying on the street
He just another dead nigga
As I walk through the valley, my pants is saggy
Nappy hair upon my head chillin out with O'malley
Ain't seen a barber in months, and no pick comes in handy
Residing out of society cause these niggas can't stand me
Arsenio is the master
Disaster bringer to rappers
Trippin saying they'd kill for a style that they can't master
So death to the industry and death to most rappers
Scriptures from a young black wild lyrical bastard
In masquerade is my batallion
Dropping arsenals upon the enemy, dismantling
The job that's never started is the one that's never finished
I take this close to heart and my dreams never diminish
Fighting back my demons is like fighting back a legion
Gotta take care of my brother cause nobody know how to treat
Gotta school him on life cause nobody know how to teach him
And I'll never stop until my mission reach completion
Some say I'm crazy and I'm drove by insanity
The words coming out they mouth to me is just blasphemy
Never giving up until Derek live happily
Chillin on the stoop at Granny house in the 7th is where the nappy be
It's planned to be