Vince Staples - Intro [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse: Vince Staples]
Live from Delusion
Die on the street or reside in the ruins
Running high from police, throw the nine in the sewer
25 is the least of the time that you doin'
Do or die, staying true to the lies on the stand
Right hand on the word of a God and forget
All the wrongs that you did tryna live by your means
Breaking news, 10pm, see your friends on the screen
And these bitches wanna talk about some mafuckin' rap
Bullet holes in the home where my lil' brother at
Pigs parked on the street so we can't shoot back
Spend a week where I sleep, most can't do that
Might look half neat till the nightfall come
First the good years screech then you hear that drum
Fuck 911, police don't come
Had Jabari on the streets till the sun came up
Momma's son raised up in the midst of a feud
I'm from genocide where you die for your residence
Die for the presidents I chase
We reach the same fate so I never get to thrive in the relishment
Might seem jaded but even Satan was heaven-sent
Could've been a bum, broke sleeping by the 710
17 dropped out, knew I had to make a way
Could'nt have my granny broke 'fore she see the pearly gates
Hope she ain't judged for me
Only person livin' ever showed love to me
Dad did time cause he sold drugs for me
I could never judge a man tryna better off his fam
Shoot a fucker where he stand
Gotta take you to your maker
Till I'm buried in the grass and the candle light the pavement
I'ma do it till the best of my abilities
The fear in me is gone, you can hear it in the song
While you listenin'

[Outro: Delusional Thomas]
Vince Staples
And Larry Fisherman
Present Tales of the Stolen Youth
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