Tooty - Runaway Slave [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hook:

I'm gone get us out the jam
I put that shit on my mans
Gotta get us off the land
Odds against me I don't give a damn

I'm gone get us out the jam
I put that shit on my mans
Gotta get us off the land
Odds against me I don't give a damn

Verse One:

Martin at the DMV
Had to start from scratch
Use to throw 5 to the bag
Know my homie gone match

Might still be a stat
Kinda hard to dodge the facts
Caterpillar broke out the shell
Butterfly's so hard to catch

I just came to provide the vibe
I know you tired of that 9 to 5
I know you trying cuz you gotta provide
At the end of the day you just tryna survive

All these scars on my body
Each one gotta a story
Better start wearing condoms
B4 you end up on Maury

Better choose love wisely
B4 you end up like Horry
7 rings. Wedding rings. 6 kids and they all 17

Somewhere reminiscing bout ya dreams
Child support done took everything
So much of the world that you still never seen
Thought Nick Cannon said that; Love don't cost a thing

Drinking and doing drugs; now yo ass is a fein
Cold blooded game predicated by the green
Ever asked yourself what it all really mean?
Boy you could've been Mike but fucked Billie Jean

And If he from the Chi? He prolly got a gun
And if you ain't strapped. You probably better run
Von Vuai on the beat. Big Relle on the drums

Lyrically Lauryn Hill. Sisters Act II. You don't want none
One thing about me. I be stating facts

My dentist keep asking why I want the plaques?
Tired of being humble. Them other niggas wack
Its like I got on Jordan's. And they all wearing Shaq's

Hook:

I'm gone get us out the jam
I put that shit on my mans
Gotta get us off the land
Odds against me I don't give a damn

I'm gone get us out the jam
I put that shit on my mans
Gotta get us off the land
Odds against me I don't give a damn


Verse two:

Posing in pictures in with niggas that may not be above ground to say cheese next time around
It take a lot to keep me sane, I miss my dude
Maybe I'll see you next lifetime, Miss Badu

And I vow to hold you down. Hold you down
Hold you down. Hold you down
The way you held me down for years
I'm holding back my tears while I'm gripping on this cup
I can hardly stand up and I still ain't had enough

Got this pistol to my brain I'm just tryna kill the pain
I can hear you call my name every single time it rain

I'm gone get up off this bench. I'm gone get inside this game
I'm gone get us out this jam. And I put that on our name

I don't even need a signal I'm gone stay inside my lane
I'm gone spit this shit like HOV
I'm gone make these moves like Dame

Put these words all on this track
Put my soul all on this train
Rest in peace to Don Cornelius
I'm gone gone go out with a Bang