Special Teamz - Gun In My Hand [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One: Slaine]
Somebody gets shot, lights from the sirens coming
I can still hear the bullets from the iron humming
Cats by the buckets are dying youngin
And the people on the streets have seen the violence running
? on the ground bleeding, please stay with him
Don’t leave or he’s gonna stop breathing this evening
The night’s full of blood, settle beef with bullet slugs
Skulls burst from the heavy metal some will pull the plug
This is how the hate breeds where the snakes bleed
And the catch is run away before the jakes see
Blowing angel dust if God takes me
Slaine wrapped in chains, wanna break free
I ain’t got no fear today, where you stand is where you lay
It’s how the demons and the spirits play
So when I go to sleep I can still hear them say

[Hook: Jamey Jasta]
All I wanted was a little respect
And with this gun in my hand still got a fighting chance
Through all the shit in this world, every moment is pain
Never cross me, never speak my name

All I wanted was a little respect
And with this gun in my hand still got a fighting chance
Through all the shit in this world, every moment is pain
How can you face yourself if you can’t face me?

[Verse Two: Jaysaun]
This is Armageddon just waiting to set in
And I am commandeering this ship setting a new heading
You’re hellbound under the spell now
And gun powder’s the last stench you can smell now
Your body will rot, broad daylight nobody will stop
And Jaysaun’s the most thorough but a lot of you not
You a Satan’s lapdog, loyal, willing to please
I’m a hitman for hire, cheap killing for cheese
So militant don’t give a shit if you’re not feeling it
Put the rap right on your cap and then start peeling it
Swig the forty ouncer, that Hatebreed
Wash that down with the shot of that Special Teamz
My personality’s fracture and it splat ya
Drive with the Reaper for your soul and then snatch ya
Don’t try this at home, we are not actors
We the S-dot T-dot, the dominant factors

[Hook]

[Verse Three: Edo G]
Yo you the type to blow it all out of context
Small nigga, Napoleon complex
Create conflicts so when the Lam spits
It hits you in the head like bong hits
When the song switch
Find yourself in a club full of convicts with the wrong bitch
Silent killer like arsenic
Politic with a walking stick, stop talking slick
Your life ain’t worth nothing, it’ll cost you quick
Special Teamz, Hatebreed, moshing pit
Boston shit, leave it to us
Surrounded by sinners and evil-doers
In your flesh like skewers
Edo the best and the truest
Fuck the law that pursue us
Raw fresh and the newest
You remain clueless
Ear to the street, your feet in the sewers

[Hook]