WuLords - Foster Child [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:

(Z1 Nation)
I didn't bring you in this world but I treated you like I did
Put clothes on your back, showed you how I'd live
You talked funny, didn't have it down so I showed you our slang
Provided you with our food I even gave you our name

What up though? Something smells funny in the snow
I gave you my heart, it walked back head low
Eyes on the floor, all pink like a disease
You took what I had then you was gone in a breeze

Talking my slang to deplete my name
Didn't understand it homie, so you gotta take some time to explain
You claim your words truthful, but I find that falsely claimed
You had no reason little homie you should be ashamed

I show love but you ain't blood. You ain't the "O"
You're an outie, an outkast just holding the flow
A foster child in the background, you used to be with our crowd
But even the finest days die somehow

If it's love, it's love. If it's war, it's war
Real recognize real, do you fit that bill
This life here's real most cats are wild
We ain't the same blood type, you're a foster child x2

(Eddie Grizz)

I ain't seen you in the family tree, we ain't familiar
Familial oppositions, you weren't there my team was pealing ya
So who's you? Family? We ain't the same blood type
Me and my bros walk tight. Y'all buzzing y'all ain't right

Off doorstep, laid it down and took you in
Showed you walk, showed you the talk, showed you the way
You ain't real distilled we gave you your flava
Lyrics you spitting Moves you busting, UL put that in ya

Digested and learned, how you gonna turn?
You ain't the same, without a name, you just another
So its cool, go ahead and do what you do
And though we put the wheels on you, you still ain't gonna move

Truth without us you couldn't do what you do
Truth without us you couldn't be who you be
I'd rather not bend over and lyrically spank you
I'd rather you appreciate what i did and just say thank you

If it's love, it's love. If it's war, it's war
Real recognize real, do you fit that bill
This life here's real most cats are wild
We ain't the same blood type, you're a foster child x2