Slick Talk (of the LOEGz) - Rebels of the Neon God [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Slick Talk]

Pops was a rolling stone with the soul of an old soldier
Tied with the Bandidos and newly paroled dope growers
Moms was a holy roller
Tears shed when I proudly told her I would die for the set
Something I regret now that I'm older
Now my rear view appears too close
Got me in hustle mode
Tired of living that hood life with clothes on them rusted poles
Father figures either wasn't present or never discussed how to touch the soul
They only told us never trust a hoe
No place for us to go, we sang under the streetlights
On Rabb Glen, was there whenever the feds came and rushed the door
I lost a lot of G'z but happy they'll never suffer more
Thug love, put ya guns up and bust em for the fuckin' 4
The lifestyles of the locs and pirus and folks and
Vice lords, killing but can't remember what they fight for
Cuz when you living your life poor
And there ain't no light to pray to
All you got is the hood so disrespect can re-ignite war

[Hook: Pamelagrace Okeke]

This world we built
Ain't built for us
(2X)

[Verse 2: Slick Talk]

I'm trying to earn digits but digits will burn bridges
And when you in the struggle they never concerned with it
But when you on the top they begin to return visits
To burn swishers
They see you on the rise and want to merge visions
That's why I prefer fifths of the liquor to chilling with the selfish
See growth and they wanna help it but in the past-tense the verb missing
Words twist in my brain, they blur when I purge pain
Released under my birth name they weren't listening
I'm one of the rawest in my state, probably the region
But for no obvious reason never popped, never properly seized it
Wisdom received with a steel from the OG's
Cuz when your allegiance is a block it ain't an option to leave it
I believe in second and third and forever chances
Bands might make her dance
But they ain't rapping about the violence it takes to collect them bands with
Vocals, bass and treble transit through my hands to the paper
Just to leave an example when I die, show how lost can a man get

Hook