Ra Diggs - Eulogy [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[intro]
When I raise my flashing sword, and my hand takes hold on judgement
I will take vengeance upon mine enemies, and I will repay those who haze me
Oh, Lord, raise me to Thy right hand and count me among Thy saints

[Verse 1: Ra Diggs]
Now while they talk about fiction I'ma spit real rap
Irrefutable try to dispute my facts
My mom's got cancer and my pop's smoke crack
So imagine of the ment in mind spawned out of that
Born out of that
I was forced with a decision
Either I'm gon' starve or it's going to prison
But I was going to November, early September
Na six handcuffed on a crook-bench
Nigga I'm sick only fourteen years
But thats the last time I let a nigga see tears
Nobody gave me nothing no father figure
Raised by my older cousins
Help me serve niggas they help me burn niggas
They gave me the hammers
They contributed to the death toll in the Bamas
Down-town Brooklyn, I'ma stop under all that
Too much information to make me my own rat
But I'm talking 'bout facts they lying in their raps
The reason they ain't buying them, is dying because of that
These niggas is trying and I ain't trying to go back
Locked in a cage with the roaches and the rats
Security is max and majority is black
So is the president but niggas is still trapped
(OBAMA!)
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Niggas is still trapped because niggas is cash-strapped
Niggas seeing dollars deflating the Nasdaq
So irrational decisions go get him an ass crack
Full of that time, isolated and confined
Where the only reprieve is the preservation of mind
With no hesitation, I'm one of the elite
That's gon' play the judge and jury in the street
I'ma wave the heat I solemnly swear
Before I let them give me a hundred and twenty years
A hundred and twenty years? imagine that there
My niggas starve blue trial and that's what he got to wear
Hey now, he got a head, screaming and howling and tortured souls
That want to leave confinement
All they hear is violence all over the violins
Even though the soundtrack to his murder is silence
Niggas spitting nonsense that's making me nauseous
He spit I'm sick nigga I vomit
Filling him with a bomb that firing like a comet
Nigga you could die for a quote or a comment
Nigga I'm a Spartan die for involvement
Anybody associated could get harmed then
Messenger deliver the message he lose an arm then
Throw him like Saddam track him down like a garment
Hunt him like a dear I'm a lion and I'm starving
King of the concrete jungle my apartment
Complex, niggas wearing armour like a bomb-threat
Like they preparing for a war they ain't start yet
All my projects all my hood!
Oh my momma I wish a nigga would
Run up on that big homie like I'm shook
And I promise that that boy left won't look good
Shit ain't looking good when niggas is gone wood
Thinking because they sold records the thinking they still could
I'ma behead these niggas, code-red these niggas
Anybody with a title I'ma dead these niggas
I'ma bury these niggas, I'm death get used to me
Paul-bearer flow use this song for the eulogy
(the eulogy)