Black The Ripper - My Mind's Battle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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Neighbors were screaming (screaming)
Black The Ripper (Ripper)
I (I) don't have beef (have beef)
Neighbors were screaming (screaming)
No psychogist can unravel my mind's battle
I (I) don't have beef (have beef)
Its cold outside throw your hoods up
Neighbors were screaming (screaming)
I (I) don't have beef (have beef)
Black the ripper

1st Verse
Look
The pain running through my viens is hard to explain
Lock me up but you still can't restrain my brain
I have been send by god to change the game
I want money fuck the fame
I stay on the twilight trains
I call my ends the amazon because how much it rains
Not water its bullets that get exchange
Enemies come face to face guns get sprayed
Innocent people catch strays its happens everyday its a cycle
I read the bible and pray life is a downward spiral
But I'll have my way if the police pull up hid your grey and hid your blade
And convince those dickheads you well behaved
Cuz at night the prison is always living hell
Chillin in a building were the devil's children dwell
I spit from the heart so I hope that am felt
I just bout to stay in school my sister got expelled

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2nd Verse
First Look check it
The good die young so am living a long life
Surrounded by murders and crackheads on white
Am nocturnal I sleep in the day and creep at night
I'm low key not even my family know what I'm like
No psychogist can unravel my mind's battle
Life is a long ride pass in the southern I want
Notice my pockets I fed up with the shackles
We ain't chiefs so if its beef that shit will get handled
We live in the ends where people pretend
When you are in trouble you seriously lose your real friends
Every boy thinks they're tough in a record they're beggin
When stuff gets gets rough they're recking
I have done some bad things but I don't regret it
Because I mean't it
But I know when I'm headed hopefully heaven
I strap bars all night and go to bed around 7
I hear artists in this industry how did you get in it

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3rd Verse
Check it
I sit down with a pryo and notepad
Thinking why is the world so bad
Then I put an instrumental on repeat
Then I get deep in the beat
Then I channel my anger and rage of the streets
On to this chopped down tree
Can't let it go to waste
Each page needs to be full of frustration like
25 years and 68 days in a cage when you was framed
50% in the bringer only blamed
Convict for crimes they didn't do
I don't know the world was so cold
I purchase the shank and berta too
Niggas need to move am here to speak my mind
The weaker mind all of these peeping eyes its hard to decease
The fool in time
No psychogist can unravel my mind's battle
I'm not on this metropolis
Where niggas get manhandled
The chinese sell dvds the asians own shops
The whites have the top jobs the blacks have to rob

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