Sanghera - Story Of... [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Cause the sweat drops from my surgeon don't drive fear like a good sermon
In a rat pack with some wolves and I think it's come full circle
In the same city I'm birthed in, shit same city I'm working
I see fields after fields but will I see this world end
Cause my four corner bedroom closes in like a prison
An't leave this house only enter it
I get it, I get it, I'm in the same house I used to bed wet in
Same cup of coffee that's too hot, same drive to a place where the fools park
Same awkward hellos, undressed unknown, waiting for noon and a cruel shot
And I drive by al these vacant lots.I can barely hold down these vacant thoughts
Ak's spraying everything, who'd a thought, gold chains but you never know who ya bought
We all think we're so fucking cool but we still prey here for that famous talk
There's gotta be something better, Something that feels more alive. Something that's gotta get me out of

[Verse 2]
I get out of a bed that most wouldn't know how to
Grandma taught me well but I'm choking on these o-u's
Then breakfast in a small diner, syrup'll get you addicted to the lining
Codeine coating my throats since a minor - just another way to pass the nights here
Cause The streets so alive at 5am that 2am is so desolate
On Saturday nights these greyed out factories become are our monuments
To common sense, it's common sense, these broken windows our eulogies
Been doing this shit since I don't know like 2 or 3
And I wish I could break this path, pop out the car door and just let it gas
Half full gas tank, but I bet it could last, think I see something out there moving so fast
Think I see something out there in the distance a city a light, shit something I'm missing
I think I hear my name, I swear I heard my name, did no one else here Sanghera whispered
Swear this bedroom's playing tricks on me. Maybe fantasies finally get to me
Maybe I should live life, get married and start planting my own damn history
These lights are so damn bright that they're meant to be here missing me
There's gotta be something better so I drift off blissfully


[Verse 3]
Fuck all your idols
Fuck everything from your bibles
Fuck everything coming in the back of the bottles
I don't need shit I just got my vitals
I don't need money or all these diamonds
Moneys kill you like rhyming
Take me back to my tribal
I got friends just coming out rivals
Now they all wanna see what I do
They all wanna see if this kid grew
I got my passion packed in my brew
They say they love me, nah-nah That's you
I took my path now I'm gon' kick it
Everybody here gon' make sure I drink it
I'm gonna get bloody of this blasphemy
It's the only way I can live it
Cause I think through all of these days, I must be finally going insane
All those pesos and haysos got me sick off medicine
I think I'm losing all my essence, I think I'm losing my hand
I've been systematically killing myself, damn what a shame
Cause I was chilling on my friends, Sitting on a couch and not a Benz
I see my life and all it's ends, Luxury ain't what its meant
Cause 4 bars still 2 damn short and iPhone still won't get a text
If I have die tonight It won't be by my own hands
God Damn

[Outro]
Oh, go this money, wanna live life like I'm doing something
Oh, go this money, wanna live life like I'm doing something
Oh, go this money, wanna live life like I'm doing something
Oh, go this money, wanna live life like I'm doing something
Ugh, I was born on the Westside
Young fucker fucker looking for a chest size
Everybody here feeling like the best high, fucker looking at me like he gone off the SI
Every fucker wanna come like they on sight
All yall getting love from the SI
I don't give a damn and you don't even understand everybody here...