Rasco - My Life [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1 - Rasco]
Off the screen, I'll off your team
Sitting around thinking about what this life means
Sometimes it's hard to do what's right and what's good
My people's still stuck in the hood
Looking for jobs, that's why brothers steal and rob
And that's the prob, that's why I gotta weave and bob
Pops was gone early at the age of 6
Mom's sitting back hoping he would change his tricks
He stayed the same, life - that's the name of the game
Who's the first to flinch? Who's giving an inch?
Everybody gotta look at they self at some point
And pinpoint the problem, asking where to solve it
Ask God to give me the strength, 'cuz I need to make it
Some work hard and some take it
That's the way that it goes, my mind is grown
This is only for the ones that can hold their own

(Chorus x2)
My life is filled with sadness and pain
Trying to make it through the clouds and the rain
No matter what the strain, I gotta maintain
Insight to stand up and fight for what's right

[Verse 2]
My life is one that just won't quit
My life is one that cats don't get
My life is one that gets looked past
If you try to cross the man, he might just blast
The lower the class, the worse it gets
Now we got people screaming all kinds of shit
White folks screaming that blacks done took their jobs
I guess we'd better stand down and let these crooks rob
I stash the checks like corporate execs
Now they turn the other way like they didn't suspect
It's all a plan, they thinking that we half a man
Got us doing 20 years for a half a grand
Leaving the field, let's do it or we all get killed
'Cuz life is life, the only people paying the price
Are the young ones, we gotta fix it quick
Before they out there looking for somebody to stick

(Chorus x2)

[Verse 3]
Here's division, it's all up to us
To make these things right we all should not fight
'Cuz once they divide you gotta pick sides
We gotta move ahead or wind up dead
And I want the head of every politician
That screams he's for us, still we don't trust 'yall
Cheney, Bush, and rainbow push
Need to take 'em outside so these bags can 'doosh'
Where's the land, where's the mule?
We could shut these fools down, but we give 'em the fuel
They be blasting off to outer space
Still trying to find ways to beat an hour a race
Come out your face again with the slavery shit
Gave us welfare but you never gave a shit
We weathered the storm, but that's not out of the norm
No jail cell get brothers back in the dorm

(Chorus x2)