Shinin' Kid - Stroke Of a (Genius) Kid [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Lo']
Comme l'argile devant le potier
Donne-moi la forme qui te plait
Fais toute chose en ton temps
Je serai toujours confidant
Seigneur observe mes voies
Gardes moi près de ta croix
Je voudrais habiter chez toi
Tous mes jours ici bas
Que ma vie soit une fleur
Un parfum pour toi Seigneur
Que ma vie soit une fleur
Un parfum de bonne odeur

[Verse :Shinin' Kid]
I've fallen from the family tree but I remain a fruit that continues to mature
I know it's their deep desire
I acquire enough maturity to please those I admire
Um-hum no I'm not a liar, I hope this song gon' stay forever
In their minds cause it's time to give back
Back in a day I used to ride with protection on my bike
You made me who I am today so lemme do my thang
That time has passed I can fly with my own wings
Golden skin constituted around that kernel
I can't lose pellings in my road, im well-oriented like an arrow
Who would have thought that your last kid could become one day superhero?
Revolutionize stuck in my mental
I don't wanna keep these feelings inside my soul no longer because I gotta
Give back to my all folks with what I'm doin' best
Getting more accurate with these flows to reach the careless, nigga
And they say silence is golden, but my bars platinum
Cleaning my mind out of enlightening
Just going back to the root of my life with black thoughts
Hoping my Africans will blow cassava like maniacs
Many occidents...are thinking "Africa is broke"
I'm tryna ring a bell to y'all ignante with shinin' stroke...Of a genius kid
I swear that I should be locked up for shiny shit that I did
Fuck your opinion cause I don't give a damn
Ask yourself the good questions man
You think we're broke but not enough for not paying attention
A black monkey in a jungle, you see the wrong caption
Shut the fuck up and put a step inside to see them residents
My niggas need dead presidents to blow dead presidents
Everything became clear for this little kid'ah
That's why that shit got me spittin' darker
Back in Paris, fashion week, all black party
Guest List but racial quota got me out of this shit
The CEO told the bouncer "too many niggas in here
We gotta keep reputation so get your bros outta here"
I felt like the 8-ball in the pool
The cue ball don't wanna get near the black one but that's cool
That shit looked like Slavery to the kidah
So my last landscape represents Phantasmagoria