Truck North - The Rain [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse Truck North]
I was raised where the bible or the bullet was the choice
Cause both spoke volumes if you wanted you a voice
Used to pray somebody pull either one to stop the noise
Of another inner-city mother, burying her boy
As the world got colder, my money got lower
Had to lay my last dollar down and hope it turn over
Blind faith in the place, where your sight means most
So close to the edge, wanna jump, but I don't
All the drugs help me cope at the end of my rope
In the middle of a tug-o'-war, the winner get my soul
And I'm left with the shell, out of heaven straight to hell
Born with a gift of gab to talk my way into a cell
Now I'm cursed might as well be, at least that's what they tell me
Product of the preachers, and the teachers that done failed me
Train of thought that weld me, but I endeavored
Lived my life to the letter, say he saves well he better
Cause the weather from the storm, lasted just a little long
Another rendition of a redemption song
So on but his' life off course
Everybody in the crib, but I can't leave the porch
And of course, the land of the lost needs finding
Seems like the good's always hiding behind it
Time rewinds to a stand-still, phone rings got a call heard my main mans got killed

[Verse Truck North]
Hello again, it's your friendly neighborhood [stoned down?]
No good dope man I should have an exiting strategy but the interest baffled me
Can't get in, can't find a way out actually
Waiting for my number to get called like a raffle 'B'
And be a functioning member of the faculty
The art of war ain't too pretty
Especially when the casualties of, increase in each city
Such a pity, valleys and peaks alleys and streets
Was love at first sight but I hated the first bite
The thirst might just be the death of me
All in the quest for the mils' like Stephanie
Felt I was dragged into Hades like Persephone
Bet your by-golly, it's like my flight going down fast Buddy Holly but more Bobby Hurley
The life of a king cut short, too early and often
I visualize the inside of coffins
An obvious end to the path I've been walking
It seems that the trends, point to what offends
So how can I pretend that what's wrong doesn't win
As the battle from within forces outside
I feel my stress level reaching ye'-high
Now the waters at the tree top but he got, a raft
Trying to make a splash so I'm dealing with the rain as mother nature laughs