Cashtastic - Behind Barz (Champion Freestyle) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
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Listen, I tell 'em

It's a dirty game on these roads g
Man are lining man they used to call their cody
You see me, I ain't got a lot of homies
So more time I zone out on my lonely
I been nicked for a next man's crime
On my life, I never mentioned his name to the police
My life's so peak
Thinking 'bout my mum doing time, sometime I don't get no sleep
If you was me, you'd cry but I won't weep
I seen my little brother cry for a whole week
I got shit on my mind but I don't speak
I just keep it all in cah it's so deep
And I'll be real 'til my heart's got no beat
At one point I was a baby with no teeth
And now I'm grown with a name on these cold streets
Where bare man get blazed cause of old beef
When they was tryna throw dirt on my name
Fam I built a line for the dirt and the cain
It's too high so they can't surf on my wave
I look fly on the worst of my days
And yeah you might have felt a little pain rudeboy
But, trust me my pain's much worse than your pain
Your hurt and my hurt ain't the same
Thinking 'bout my life starts hurting my brain
I live life my way
My Auntie got shot Thursday, then my Uncle died on the Friday
This is real talk, I ain't even gotta lie mate
I'm immune to death, nowadays I don't cry mate
You'll see real if you look me in the eye mate
For my age, people tell me that my mind's great
I never dropped out of school like a fool to go shot
I stayed in class until my phone vibrates
Never lived life like a normal teenager
Nobody was there to protect me from danger
Trapped in the night, in the day I had to wake up
Had to balance going school while getting my cake up
I was stashing paper while you was washing plates up
Over the years, I've received a lot of fake love
Get money and see how fast those mates come
Then when your papes done, all your mates gone
I'm thinking, after this I should jump on a plane
Fly away and never come to this country again
I seem happy but trust me I've gone through the pain
I been through the sunny days and gone through the rain
You always hear me talk about the hood right
You hear me talk about like it's good right
Well it's not fam, truth is the hood's shite
My nigga died and didn't even say goodbye
And I ain't shed a tear
I know I should cry
I'm sipping yac, thinking back on the good times
If we was slipping together I know he would fight
If it was me that died, I know he would ride
Sometimes I sit and think about my marjay
She told me everything you do, do it the smart way
Being gassed, I was busy living in the fast lane
Busy getting busy in the nizzy with the hard cain
I perfect my wave
But I stress my brain
I work so hard, I forget my age
I thank Allah for every breath I take
Inshallah, I'll pass when he test my ways
My life make your life seem splendid
My pain and stress is never ending
I don't like being asked questions
So when you smile at me, I smile back just to blend in
I'm immune to this, I don't cry no more
I just stand tall like a dinosaur
I got a bag of shit I need to sort out in my life
So you think I give a shit about this minor war
Your little brother hungry, can't feed him
That shit will leave you mentally bleeding
So you might see me creasing, but deep in, I don't even feel like speaking
But life goes on, I can't hide away
I can't jump in a car and drive away
I don't know how I'm gonna sort it out darg
But Inshallah, I'm gonna find a way
My names buzzing, bare man are moving funny
Acting like they helped me out in the days when I weren't getting money
These fake niggas only come around me when it's sunny
Where were they when I was feeling bummy, jamming feeling hungry
They were comfy when I was ducking from a undie
They were comfy when I was clutching on a pumpy
Where were they before I got money up in country
Before I started traping in the 'Nam with the skunk weed