Sammy Dozens - Ready For War [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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(first verse)

I still spit with a thick skin and quick witt like bill hicks
This is real shit that I write not a film script
Im still livin with this illness that can be cured
Unless you lock me in a mic booth with padded walls
Slam the door, im trynna channel thoughts let the track record
Music is the only thing ive had passion for
Crystal palace born, with a plastic fork in my mouth not a silver spoon
Raised in a flat with two little rooms, one I shared with my sister two
Mother gave me everything i ever wished its true
Cos thats what parents that are single do
Since a kid with a missing tooth
Mama ain't raise no fool and im livin proof
Give me the loot like that biggie tune
Nah its art over money and the fame
Trynna make it past all the thunder and the rain
Is it luck or is it fate
Is it love or is it hate
Whatever it is dozens is the name and im ready for war

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(second verse)

Im either smiling with anger or crying with laughter
Trying to capture my life in a chapter
And I won't stop till im as high as my standards
Cyanide stanzas I write on this white canvas
Time passes the clocks ticking
This is vivid imagery like john grisham but its non fiction
Its got the same passion as a song written by bob dylan
Its not all about dom perignon sippin
Or a diamond cross swinging round your neck
Means nothing without an ounce of respect your not gettin
Im god given drop wisdom sittin with my squad chillin
Politikin bout whats ILL and what isnt
Bomb the system
Im just tryna make an honest living dropping writtens is my job description
Stepping on the board playing checkers with your pawns
Fighting for my queen till the death of me ofcourse
My pen is like my sword and im ready for war

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(third verse)

If you ain't got nothing nice to say then dont say anything at all
Thats alright cos im nice with the sentences i form
The penmanship im peddling is pure
Check the SP emblem I keep embedded in my core
Spare a penny for my thoughts
My memory is warped
Building up these mental blocks now im staring at a wall
Till it eventually falls
By a telekinetic energy source and send it back to sedimentary form
A legend was born 1989 kid
With a mind like something from a sci fi flick
Every line that I writes like white in your sinus
It gets you high as the sky is
I got the stride of a giant the pride of a lion
Irish and white but I shine like a diamond
Its like a bible in writing
Minus the lying
Eyes on the horizon
Trynna escape this life im confined in
Im ready for war

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