Noah Vinson - My Generation's Theme Song [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One]
Let this be my generation's theme song
We doing right , even if It seems wrong
The pressures on, I pressure pawns
If you looking for that loud , sit down and join a crowd
Simmer down , hear me out
This that shit thats not allowed
Can't a smoking sign provoke the blind
To change their mind in clouds
This the essence of my town
Welcome the "Young & Proud"
We lacking in Cap & Gowns
Distractions are now the now
I say aloud the shit we ain't allowed to say
They give me attention A.D.H.D won't allow to pay
If sinning ain't your religion you ain't allowed to pray
It ain't safe and your children ain't allowed to play
I'm from the hood , I'm from where niggas is bad
I'm from where niggas is good
My sister been in a train
She's trained to never think she was the engine that could
Think about it if you would
And know everything ain't exactly how it should

[Hook : Frank Ramz & Kola Rai]
Big middle finger to your college class
Fuck you knowledge, my niggas only aknowledge cash
We don't care about George Washington Carver
Cause' we only care about how many washingtons our wallet has
Big middle finger to the days you spent
Up in class, that ain't helpin me to pay the rent
My baby father walked out before I gave birth
And I been tryina' get this paper since
Even if I gotta rob
Steal, fuck, kill
Whatever just to get them dollar bills
Even If I gotta cook base
Push weight, whatever to put food on the plate
This our Theme Song

[Verse Two]
Whoever said illegal was the easy way out
Couldn't understand the mechanics
And the workings of the underworld granted
This the cold-cut an underworld sammich
They throw compliments but so under-handed damn it
Y.O.L.O nigga take life for granted
Smoke weed on your college campus
You smoking trees on your backyard
But couldn't grow a tree in your backyard?
You whack god
Real shit ask god
I'm from a place where they catch a case
And we hold the hammers like Asgard
Under the bus is an understatement
My generation throw mad far
More money , more pussy, more problems , mad cars
They say "yo don't sell your soul" If it means money you could have ours
Basketball turned street niggas
Street niggas turned rap stars
Let the system beat niggas
Might as well hit track stars
You don't understand me man my thought process on nascar
And we just living life because we're "Young & Proud"
Look at us now