Tumie - Stories Of My Pain [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Hip-naughtic Sean]

You see me in the streets, walkin' around with a smile
You think my life is good and everything is fine
I'm fresh on the outside, but inside I got bruises
Walk in my shoes, you'll see what I've been through

[Bridge: Hip-naughtic Sean]

Nobody really cares bout the shit I'm goin' through
Till I make a song bout it then you goin' through it too
Got feelings I don't express till I'm live in the booth
I give you heart and soul,this the stories of my pain

[VERSE 1: Tumie]

Yeah

The cuss words? yeah I heard 'em
The beatings? yeah I saw 'em

He never bothered to gimme a parenting love, now I know it
Responsibility, you ain't know it

Used to blame mom, till she showed me

The scars that remains and how you used to beat her soul up for nothing

Man, life is hard, it never comes easy
Worthy women, never treat 'em cheaply

I ain't gonna forgive for the right reasons
Now you know how my heart's beatin'

Hope not to love again, pain deeply
Never stayed with mommy when I was six
Now all I think bout is the beating
Got a picture of you when she saw me

What? was I made out of love, I ain't even know it
Or conceived over your needs, I ain't even know it

That's what I keep on askin' myself
Every time I go to sleep
Mommy told me believe in yourself
Now I feel like my faith is weak

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Hip-naughtic Sean]

Prrraaah
Okay I grew up fast, I grew up with no dad
Come to think about it man I grew up sad

No father figure told myself to be a man
First kid out of four, yeah I had to be a man

If I had one wish, it'd be for mama to be happy
I pray every night, I hope God hears me

Dad taught me how to tie my shoes
Dad taught me how to ride a bike
Dad taught me how to fly a kite
Fuck no! He ain't taught me shit

The streets raised me
And the G's taught me
And my mama told me

That boy respect yourself, uh
Take care of yourself
Boy think before you act

And because of that now I spit life in my raps, uh

Tears can take out the pain
The scars in your heart will remain

Sometimes I wonder who the fuck I am
Looking in the mirror still it makes no sense

[Hook]

[VERSE 3: Tumie]

Yeah

I say, stories of my pain nigga
Had a Glock in his safe nigga
I was a coward to pull a trigger

Though they say, we learn from wrongs
My dad was bad like the rest of y'all

Pretend to care for a moment though
When a nigga gone, you speak your mind dawg
A reason I don't fvck with no fvck boys

Pray to God that I'll never fall
With my back against the wall
A nigga be ready to fight odds
Even when em demons roar

Haunted by these nightmares,of the bottom

These other rappers lying, on the booth I'm the truth hoe

Said I'm the truth
Leaving you without a clue
And I kick it, kung fu
And my clique do too

You can ask whoever dude, I'm the king of the hood
They all respect me, I'm a religion to the hood

[Hook]