Dag Savage - The Hurt [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Johaz]
Yeah, I make a tripping off this rap dream
Trying to raise a little money to stack cream
In a world about as devilish as [?]
Some say my heart sound like cole like I'm Nat King
Another black [?], shorty barely grown
Papa off the hook, mama barely home
In a search for the love she was rarely shown
In search for the fun she has rarely known
So the street she roams, in and out of clubs
She want a happy home off this [?]
He wanna beat her down, she just wanna hug
Nobody ever listens to her so she speaks to drugs
Now she sleeps with bums, feeding the crack pipe
On the ground, finding rocks with a flashlight
Ah, fucking off her face in a glass
Don't hide behind the pain, baby, take off your mask

[Hook: Exile]
But ya'll don't wanna give in to my true love
You fein for the hurt but all you need is my true love, true love
But you don't wanna give in to my true love
You fein for the hurt but all you need is my true love, true love

[Verse 2: Johaz]
Yea, meet Brad, suit and tie executive
You passed the united church, Methodist
In the war room, delivering all the messages
He's God's gift to the earth, he's like heaven-sent
High intelligence to the smaller minds
Specialize in directed white collar crimes
The main God in this life is the dollar sign
Big corporations in the hood just to swallow lives
They say economize, I say it ain't fair
There's death in the streets, they say that ain't there
Don't make enough for insurance or the daycare
But by the look in his face I know he ain't care
They tell me say a prayer, but why he ain't listen?
That's why I pray to God, never to religion
Burying his face in the cash
You can't hide behind the pain, homie, take off your mask

[Hook: Exile]