Add-2 - Sunday Morning [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
What it be like, be like
What it be like

[Verse 1]
I say the best future teller is all of your past habits
Dreams of livin’ lavish while the poor is still the average
Middle class status survive on the summer [?]
The established countin’ cash while I’m prayin’ for the passion of Christ
Livin’ life like I’m livin’ it twice
Friends blowin’ in the wind like a ribbon in flight
It’s a sick sad world like what Daria watch
And callin’ cops couldn’t cause it to stop but cats cook
The food for thought bought was catered by Satan’s stove
Dishes from Hell’s kitchen, revenge is served cold
Then our number is called, desperate need of some direction
Generations are lost, never seen ‘em in the sky
But shorties wanna be stars, wishin’ we could get richer
My niggas was disciples, couldn’t quote a single scripture
Most hate the truth and stay in love with the lie
We all wanna go to heaven but nobody wanna die

[Hook]
What it be like, be like
In the night, tryna see light, see light
But everything gon’ be right, be right
Everything gon’ be right, be right
Sunday mornin’ we gon’ be right, be right
Everything gon’ be right, be right

[Verse 2]
They got the [?] paper with your name written on it
Phone number on the side, wonderin’ if I should call you
Up and say hi, how you been? Know it’s been a minute
Remember the beginning, when we were innocent
I’m starin’ at your picture thinkin’ damn you lookin’ pretty
Ha, too bad your attitude was shitty
Went to college in Indiana and I left you in the city
You asked when I’m comin’ home and tell me that you missed me
I was chillin’ in the dorm rooms broke
Meal plan runnin’ short like a midget on the go
Mind spinnin’ like spokes but we still crackin’ jokes
Even though the aid office still send a nigga notes
Call my mother let her know, maybe she could pull some strings
Playin’ matchmaker tryna make them ends meet
Used to stay together but they never really do
It’s funny how my money remind me of me and you

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Yo, see there’s a war goin’ on outside, world is set on fire
Devil's disguise no ties to the most high
No ties for the most high, they take his money and smile
Prophet stealin’ your profits your pastor’s a paedophile
Bless then molest a child, confessions was never found
What’s the fate of the flock when the reverend is livin’ foul?
Every city and town the families is stressin’ out
Fightin’ to stay alive while we losin’ in every round
Yes I’m black and I’m proud, for James and will say it proud
White America scare me, your skin is a little brown
What’s the point of opinions if everyone isn’t listenin’
Intelligent ignorance, atheist versus Christian
Debatin’ the Bible’s penmanship waitin' for God's deliverance
Teacher teach you to write but judges give you the sentences
Deal with the pain by findin’ a vein and stickin’ a needle in
Dr. King had a dream and the rest of us fell asleep again
Shit

[Hook]