STS - Ray Lewis [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse STS]
Smell like it going to rain, I can tell it going to rain
I never could predict the weather, but I could tell when a nigga need change
So I packed a pass in a duffle bag, tied it to a wish with a rope
Then I threw it all in the river, old folks said hope it don't float
Hell, rather drown my sorrows
Better that than to sank my boat
And I never could walk on water, but I do believe in miracles though
I'm from a house full of spiritual folks --where mom hold on to her hopes that I might be a preacher
I told her this the same shit, different pull --if you listen then you might be a believer
Bitches love a nigga like Bieber
Niggas love a nigga like their homeboy
Who raise a nigga son like his own boy
If the reaper came today, and took him home boy
That's a real nigga for ya'
I never claim to be a saint like NOLA
Thought I was back to the hustle
I think Tariq digging how I got over
For the nights I spent, cold nights when the ice cements
Hole in the washed-up joints, getting money just me and my bitch
Hell, I wasn't trying to get rich but there I sit
While she collect her tips, and I come to grips with this where I fit
In the scheme of things, but ain't killed a dream
James Earl Ray, Martin Luther King
Change going to come, I heard Sam Cooke sing
When I was child I used to play hood games
Corinthians 13:11, brethren
Lord knows I'm no reverend, heaven
They got me out here like Ray Lewis, and I'm tellin' niggas no weapon, 'F' them
Forn against me shall prosper, nigga U.K. where the niggas say proper
Brand new day cause a nigga chose not to, blame and complain about what we ain't got
Bear One with me, so here we go partner
Live in the stereo, cheerio partner
Shit ain't been the same since the Gold Rush dropped a year ago
They here though we rocking like [??]

[Bridge]