Slum - Tribe [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Move quick angel wings on tha scene
Walk right third sight said god is a verb
Knowledge is a curse put them books in a hearse
Better see about ya self got a whole lot to learn

Meditate deep tribe prophet was tha term
Level OD leagues deep in the firm
Can't be shaken yung serpent u a worm
Mystic in the vision and tha words always stern
Inherited from pops breaking locks on my terms
Swapped Pandora's box for the rent on third

Living in a state where the thoughtsonly heard
Said I'm feelin outta place man god am I heard?
Asking all these questions in return I'm getting lessons
But I'm hardheaded fuck it I ain't listen to tha message
Let me go ahead correct it cuz I'm tired of the testin
Gonna clean up in tha attic mental flossin got me stressin

Built up on tha anger held it tight like you why askin and im tryna let it go seekin balance can i fix it
Talking about some ringing from tha otherside angels tryna call me sittin stupid like i fuck it i done missed it
Getting mad about the situation takin miscommunication better shut up bitch n breathe bcuz u wished it
Circumstance is obvious ya thoughts the root of alluh dis study on the mind self knowlege you a ologist

Hollow in tha frequent i ain't mean to be repeated but we gotta get to zero if we lookin for a hero
Ima step up to the plate and swing a grand slam nero burn tha ego off the faces get em rooted like its miro
I ain't shook off them stages i ain't do it for dinero ima do it people tribe vibe point zero


Olympic torch n I'm running
5 those rings n I'm stuntin
Top floor CEO lunchin
Y'all stuck couches
Grow old wit ya munchin
Put away all the herb now
Mask the pain n u think how
How he know what I'm thinkin about

Panaramic vision
Omnipotent it ain't nothin
Ima style for tha legend
Ima give these beggars something
Rise on top of wit a message
Down drawback punting
I'm a 4th down get it
Hail Mary's not running

Gon clutch ya rosaries
Steady mean mugging
Gon speak to god
I ain't here for ya judgement
I don't swing no gavel
Ima parkour run it
Like time gon tell ask big face London

Metaphors deep
As tha leagues of mystique
Inbetween them sheets
Siloheuttes at tha peaks

Get what I'm saying
Encompassing all the mayhem
Of life and between tha shackles
And niggas shootin for ratings

They leaving the queens in castles
They crumble n turn of counsels
Of hating women n children
At fathers calling em bastards
& masses turning to pastors
And guidance seeking a master
But money bitches arousing
And triggers sneaking surrounding

I'm just tryna reach out to everyone
I ain't done

Milirap illest strap wth a flame
Feather pen shooting
Slum scry away tha rain
Sip on the burboun
Thank god for the pain
Blow on tha herb
Or try for the same
Put away tha codes
I ain't perfect I'm just sayn..
Im just saying

I feel for you