Rowlan - Devil In a New Dress (remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Rowlan]

This is nothing for the radio, purely for reality
We live in an age,Where each day brings tragedy
Racism is still alive, and so are murders
And I'm whiter then white, but them klu klux boys still a burden
I'll defend any race, or any color
I know I'm just a honkey to you, but you still my brother
Man, I guess I was sent here by god
To change the earths ways, while I pray I get on with NAS
While I pray, for a beat from Harry fraud
While I pray, my mom lay off that alcohol
While I pray, all of my prayers are answered
I fight and pray till the day I'm taken by cancer
Or a shot that the world will never hear
But when I die please do not shed a tear
Just make sure my music lives strong
Word to my homie Raj, don't keep those blue tooths on
Take em' off
They'll try to make us machines homie
You want a contract on your arm?
Hey bitch blow me
This is my body, no technology, needed
Im ahead of my time, every step I'mma take I seen it
And I ain't scared when I hear the devil calling
I don't answer cause Im much too busy balling
He think I'm stalling, but there's no reason for fear
I'm forgetting what I'm scared of by the thousands every year!
One time for all the dudes who ain't bail
Cause honestly this music used to look like it would fail
But, now it's looking like Beyonce and Rihanna waiting
To have a threesome while Lela star watching master baiting, patience
Is all that I keep hearing
So I stop by the dealership to pretend that what I'm steering
All these big body cars, I wanna drive!
Like I'm about to turn 16 n a half in my mind
Like, driving these cars make me a better person
I know that's false, but my material urges are lurking!
I'll reach the money and act like It don't fase me
But the game like a dentist, it wants you to floss daily
That lonely boy, is gonna become that man
Remember little Tommy? You gonna become a fan
They think I'm playing, When I recite the end
Word to the dead beat dads, Who treat that shit like a trend
The way I see it, you borrowed from the Gods
So tell me what biggie, Jesus, and PAC say bout frauds
I never cross that path, I let it grow in
I could never relate to your flows
Cause they all stolen
I never cross that path, I let it grow in
I could never relate to your flows
Cause they all stolen