57 Pixels - Be da bop [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1

I'm sick, somewhere I must of caught diseases
From Marshall cause for some reason I just can't stop succeedin'
Its partially from being lost at sea
Feeling like I can walk with ease while even being part palegic
I'm the philosophies prodigy of prophecy like Socrates
A lot to see like world renowned soccer teams
You're probably not following, so I soul heartily
Swear weak is not me, when you think great
Well ya thought of me
Its seems I came into a world in atrocity and possibly
I've subconsciously thought I'd stop some policies
That let our politics and politicians start to cop our things
The war on drugs is to put the only dealers in the pharmacies
Apart from the hypotheses, a skill like carpentry or botany
Is probably the most valuable thing like property!
Trust me, I'm honest constantly. Pardon me
I'm just lost for words and paused perturb, my apologies

But I'll still sing

Hook

Be da bop x4
This needs to stop, this need or thought that lets the people to be beat by cops
Its almost like no matter what they couldn't give a shit if we're pleased or not
As useless as tooth less shark, prove that you can have a new fresh start
Be da bop x4
At three my moms would read some awful story about how to beat the odds
I've tried to be the man that she could look up at and see in stars
But now I bet she looks down on me ever since I've seized this art

Verse 2

My childhood was something more like now you should
Stay in the shallow pool of life like the way a coward would
Had to make myself strong like pallet wood
Cause the weight of the world is heavy I'm finna break this stool
Oh well, only one carrying it so I guess I look a fool
Mistook for cool one of the worn out old rusty useless tools
Do you know how it feels being told yous a fool
Cause you're always tryna find a way everybody's beautiful?
I used to get ridiculed for thinking wearing suits was cool
Almost every time I've been told, "That life don't suit ya, Jules!"
And I'm smart as fuck but I've been told by useless fools
That if I follow the money it'll make me completely whole
Whatever, anything anyone else has done good I've done better
But some'll tell ya, at sixteen my wits were intensely swift
Picked a bit til I could hit me licks
Try to stick it in the pretty chicks
But they're harder than Mayweather reading Harry Potter sentences
I'm barely an adult and I've managed well enough
Haven't landed in the cut or been bandaged for more than cuts
Grasped a silver tongue and still as candid as a blunt
The way I compare to the rest is like a commander to his grunts
Why is supposedly the only way to be successful is through college degrees
Man, that bothers me. I sought harmony and fought for me
Pardon me I lost my train of thought, my apologies

But I'll just sing

Hook

Be da bop x4
At three my moms would read some awful story about how to beat the odds
I've tried to be the man that she could look up at and see in stars
But now I bet she looks down on me ever since I've seized this art
Be da bop x4
Money's the real schedule one drug we all can't seem to stop
The only ones to pay to live on this planet like we can leave this rock
This needs to stop. I'll fight until I bleed out or drop

Verse 3

Currently, its common courtesy to repay with cotton currency
That is tainted and that's our biggest problem certainly
I think the world would be better off if
Everyone started burning green instead of dreams, its hurting me
We murder teens by making them serve over seas turned burgundy
For personal greed and tell them is in the country's needs
How much longer til we open our eyes and fucking see!?
That the human race as a whole is crumbling
All because of the fruit that's grown off of money trees
But if we all don't get our heads up out our ass
We could end up stumbling down a path
Of brash thinking on fast ways we can be cash making
Over the laughs made with bad ass friends 'n I can't stop it
Even though I'm trying to be the man God is!
But still through all this constant nonsense
What's hardest is the garbage that gets our 1 Percenter's pardoned
If pro is the opposite of con, then what's the opposite of progress?
This pompous economic market's causing profit for the gossip columns
And this life is all we know, and that's where we got a problem
I'm not trying to reiterate Nas or Rakim
But we should stop the violence over petty shit like rocks n diamonds
I can already picture my son, even though I'm not a father
Lost in all the product our father's brought down on us
To piece through all their squabbles over profit
No matter how inhumane it got to be. I've sought harmony
And fought for me, pardon me I've lost my train of thought, my apologies

Hook

Be da bop x4
Money's the real schedule one drug we all can't seem to stop
The only ones to pay to live on this planet like we can leave this rock
This needs to stop. I'll fight until I bleed out or drop
Be da bop x4
Its almost like no matter what they couldn't give a shit if we're pleased or not
This needs to stop. I'll fight until I bleed out or drop