Tijon - Bloody Murder [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
What up beloved? Said I'm coming, hope you ain't forget
Fresh breath in the lungs in the city of death
Figures stacking like a thick bitch's silhouette
On a hot summer night
Bopping down that 1-1-6 and Liberty
Meet the man the epitome
Of Sam Cooke mixed with the mind of a Kennedy
Without the treachery
You understand that? Feel that
So as we proceed all proceeds
To the almighty from the young Apache
My grand pops know I never politiced it with ya
But see your mosque on the corner, with ya proud picture
Son of a proud sister, bless you raised her right
Pray we was alike, but [?] the honesty
I ain't stepped up in it since like the age of 3
An I don't know what it is that be controlling me
Sometimes I battle when the evil take a hold on me
Or do I grovel cause the evils got a hold on me?
Lord, look over me
You know you ain't make a man right, ya damn right
Blinded by my own sight
Got a foreign dime in hindsight
Thought I loved her when I met her, that's an hour back
She pouting 'bout the fact, your boy poked around in that
Got over the feelings
(What you told her?) I told her take a power nap
(Then?) Then to take a powder that
Shit right there, made that bitch make me fear
For my life, for my life
As she scream

[Hook]
Bloody murder (x2)

[Verse 3]
But that's just how it goes down in the borough of the beasts
Like a dog off the leash that was my first rhyme
Funny how the past comes to present
And present a future, mind state of a Martin Luther
Way before he had a dream
Dribble through a double team of suppression and doubt
With no particular route
Just a final destination, levitation
Above the hood, so I can show em where they can be
Because I've been there, because I swam there
Now I'm trying build a bridge so they can get there
Till then I keep it smooth n calculated
Semi auto calibrated cerebellum
Could propel em, never sell 'em
What these spine-lacking rappers try to trap 'em in
The trap and then, the penitentiary blues
As they sit in the pews and sing, they sing

[Hook]
Bloody murder (x3)

Murder (x6)

[Verse 4]
Murder the jealousy in your eyes when Tijon arrives
Cause I'm only here to show love, fakes fives
Snake eyes, they disgust me
Worst than mothers in the club
Shaking ass on a thug who could give a fuck
'Bout who she was what she does, and why her son sitting up
In his crib
Thinking to himself he can't even speak but he thinking to himself
(Mami) Mami there must be something nice out there
A reason why ya dress tight with ya nice hair
Then kissy face in the mirror what a nice stare
Take a pic with ya phone and a light glare
Then you turn around, I'm still right here
Turn and walk out the door
And you leave me right here
And he just wanna scream
He just wanna scream

[Hook]
Bloody murder (x3)
(Murderer)