Xali - Dead Presidents [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Xali]

Let me show you how living in hell can leave you cold
She like a easy snack
7/11 hoes
Her heart is empty, reflection is like a haunted home
Emotions gone, a ghost, the absence of her soul
You see, she been through the most
Check her body for bruises
As she dissolves from her baby father who raped her ruthless
All in the name of business
From days of prostitution
A new client, from silent to violent and abusive
See the results of that broken home when she so alone
Living with relatives, but family isn't known
Years go
Grew up to the baddest chick
*Seen the benefit of gentlemen, who trade her sex for chips
Needed food for her JIT?*
Looking loose on the strip
Trading 50's for titties
Throw 20 for extra tricks
Saying 'No matter the risk
The way of life remains the same
Any dollar possible as profit is worth the pain'
So, say hello to the dead
*Jack's in her bed?*
Well, her dress code is tight from getting looser in bed
With thought of getting a hand with giving up head
Open her legs with a focus on the bread
She spread for that
Her baby boy, she'll kill you dead for that
Coke in her girdle
Duck the feds for that
Just a way of making a living
She begs her God for forgiveness
Knowing her devilish ways pay for her existence
Show no resistance

[Verse 2: Von]

Feel a struggle as we hunger for peace
Ill spitter for the things that I see
Particles of my pride dropped in the pot with some p's
With hopes to stir up a nation and make ya buckle in greed
It's so Von momentous
Skating over bling bars with the black Bart Simpson
Just to, digress your stressful tension
For my women pounding they thoughts
Rather than clocks and Twitter mentions
But it ain't no better
Love's a lie when the line of hate seems so next to
All the extras in every relation
Find an alternative to network your emotions
Rather than let the warden turn your situation
Shouldn't even have to say this
Generations far too stagnant and complacent
With the Mac's and make ups, no more
City boys rapping in your basement
I'm not knocking ya
But the ravings not at your door either
This for my women all alone cause they niggas in the streets packing heaters
And it's green bay at home
So you stay in with the cheeses
Despite the lies
You vent your build up of emotions on top of Lauryn's Hills
With a set of speakers
Crazy how that match change
But the eagle eye can still decieve ya
Rebellious ether
Facin' an Ant hill
Tie my words an anvil over the ocean
Just to get deeper and deeper
Help you see the...