Twisted Insane - About You [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
I used to hit the club with all the drugs and always searching for a real bitch
They always end up telling me they love me but I really never feel shit
I used to pull up [?] on my friends and hide my homie on the ill tip
I'm living everyday without a penny to my name and still I feel rich
I never ask for something, I was supposed to be a nothing but some nigga murder, murder, kill quick
Holler at the real shit
[?] sick, and bitch, I'm old enough to deal with
You running like you wuss
I never had no money, had to work to make to eat without to have to steal shit
And i would have to walk up to a motherfucker with a pistol on his face and tell him "Nigga, this is [?]"
Now, homie, that's some real shit
I wake up everyday and wonder when a nigga'll die, I know its getting close
I know a motherfucka hella young, but these little niggas talking shit that homie you don't ever know
I could walk into the liquor store to get a 40
Niggas walk up on me with the Michael Jackson moonwalk
Now, I don't even know if he was tryna say hello or fucking tripping
Nigga, you know how the 'shrooms talk
Now watch how loud the room got
Now someone tell me how these bitches [?] when I was dead broke
Then why a nigga had to grow up all around the bullets and the lead smoke
You never know when this shit's done, try to cherish every minute that you're left with
You should never leave with nothing cause you're daddy and, man, you never even said shit
It hurts cause you let him win, death win

[Hook x2: Redro Killson]
I tried, I tried, I tried
I tried to give a fuck
About you, oh

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]
Nobody ever really cared about me, i was treated like i wasn't there
Maybe even thinking that i was nothing, just messed up in the fucking head
Everybody told me that I would never make it with this music and to go and quit
Made a couple albums, never really made a thousand before "On My Shit"
But I keep the brain on sick
Hitting on the bong and I'm feeling like I'm on [?]
Tryna put some food in the stomach of my kids from the album sales
Tryna make enough before they put me in the coffin and i'm long gone
You never know when you're gone and I really really hope this is my last song, sad song

[Hook x2: Redro Killson]
I tried, I tried, I tried
I tried to give a fuck
About you, oh


[Outro: Twisted Insane]
Brain!
Now, I didn't choose this motherfuckin' path I'm walking
This path chose me
I'm just walking this motherfucker trying to find out where it lead me to
It's lead me all around the world
I thank you
I thank you for taking the time out of you life to come inside of my life
And i mean it
That's why when I go to these motherfucking shows man, I be out there with the crowds
I be out there with the fans, I be with these motherfuckers, man
Cause I feel I am these motherfuckers, and that’s real
Ain’t no difference between you and me homie
We all the same
They say you can’t do it
But I believe, I believe in you just like you believed in me
That shit means so much to me homies and homettes
Until we meet again