Sam FranjiONE - Wet Cement [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I just had to say it, play it back play it back
Same old song, go ahead and paint it black
Painted that corner, swing and a miss
Greatest rapper, taking after, unknown, untitled-wait for that
Fade to black, yeah
I just had to say it with all this hip hop music
I’m losing every opportunity for me to make a way through these ruins
Who it could affect, I blew it
Giving no thought, no art, no heart
So called artists to take a bit and chew it
Megatron it’s up for grabs
I’ma bring it down in this amazon
Vagabond, practiced hard, not to be dragged along
Cuz rap is wrong to too many, what happened dog?
It’s too empty I listen through these broken records
Come on and tag along

Hit the nail on the head, the impact did that
Do you get that, forget rap
It’s more, it’s life, teaching kids that
They just need to get cash but you don’t give back?
Need women, need drugs, but then they hit flat
And get strapped, man who would wanna miss that?
Lil Wayne has his habits, have kids back
Big eyed like Rick Moranis
While Wiz backs young, wild, and free
Free but 2 Chainz get trapped
You as different as a college kid with a smart phone
You spit whack
Jay Z claims God is that, Ye’s a close high he said that
Laughing like it’s jib jab or Jim Gaffigan
(again) the damage stax against me but I’ll chip at
I’m just tryna fix that, can you dig that?
Hey Hip Hop, this is my hit back

Got my shovel, digging deep
Damage done, but I ain't feeling weak
Asking me where I been they don’t know
Where I come from, that’s what made my soul
Got my shovel, digging deep
Damage done, but I ain't feeling weak
Asking me if I think I can make a difference
I know darkness has already so come on let me get in

Not a whole lot of time, I gotta find
A purpose to my life while a lot of rhymes
Are flashing in some promised eyes like they was dollar signs
So when is it wrong to rhyme?
I guess it’s not the time but the drive behind it
Like the Amish riding in a Mazda
Ain't never gonna try it
So you won’t see me say something to fake something like so many rappers do
If I gotta sign, then where’s the dotted line?
Don’t get me wrong I struggle to fulfill what I believe like many rappers too
Don’t call me blind, that’s when we fall behind

The culture letting vultures pick us up when we alive to suffer
So many rappers fail as role models and blew it like Bill Buckner
Put the slugger down
Ain't no one left to kill
I didn’t stutter now, did I?
No caskets left to fill
Cuz kids raping kids
And kids killing kids
And kids killing themselves and who’s left to be dealing with?
Is it you is it me?
Nah, it’s the friends and families
The music impacts generations
More power than gravity
And I will do this happily cuz I ain't proud to be
Part of genre practically promoting tragedy
And inhumanity laced with faceless calamity
Gotta learn like Ben Save he had Mr. Feeney
So as rappers we matter we have to be better
I’m fed up, the goal is for control
Like Kendrick tryna trigger some thoughts
I will not fold, I’m sold out for love
It’s cold like these streets been torn up
Hip Hop won’t make it to old, it’s born up
I’m coming, I’ll hold, but this is my warm up
This is just my warm up