Dead Prez - Sellin D.O.P.E. [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus]
Selling dope, serving weed
We had to hustle to hustle—just to eat

[Verse 1 – stic.man]
Ain't no hope in the streets—you broke you sell dope
All my young niggas outside hustlin’ coke
Know the drama, if you ain't sellin’ crack then its ganja
I been through it dun, hittin' niggas two for one
Pulling guns out and busting my shit, too
What? I ain't give a fuck. I used to get a rush when I bust mine
Baggin’ up my nickels and dimes
Goin’ through difficult time
Writin' my life story in rhyme
But when I look at all the niggas they hit with mad time
In proportion to the big kingpins, it don’t fit
You could get caught with barely a half a slab
And the judge sentence you like you ran the ave
I ain't plan to get rich from sellin’ that shit—it was survival
My game plan was not to get knocked by 5-0
But who am I? Just a young nigga caught in the mix
And if this weed don’t sell, I'mma cop me a brick

[Chorus x2]
Selling dope, serving weed
We had to hustle to hustle—just to eat

[Verse 2 – M-1]
It’s been a minute since I been in the game
Some years back, I held crack—I couldn't say the same thing
Ask my niggas bang double and Raleigh
We was trouble, got the fiends’ spot bubbling hot
We wouldn't never make a lot
I mean not like Scarface or Nino Brown
Or George Bush. No matter what you push
It was politics and camera tricks—very deceptive
Criminalize us and foolin’ the collective
For the most part, we don't own no boats and planes
We just cop it from papi, bag it in the cellophane
It’s a family thing. You got to hustle all night
Yo I seen fiends losing they brains for hard white
Ask my aunt and my brother and my stressed out mother
How realistic it gets its sadistic
Statistics show its sick how we livin
The one thing bigger than dope games is prisons
One million niggas inside
Over three million is tied and plus the president lied
Because the white house is the rock house
Uncle sam the pusha man
This is for my people on the island

Selling dope, servin weed we had to hustle to hustle just to eat
Selling dope, servin weed we had to hustle just to eat

But what we gon do when we caught up
And have to face responsibility?
(this that ghetto shit, this that ghetto shit)

What we gon do when we caught up
And have to face responsibility?
(this that ghetto shit, this that ghetto shit)

Out on the block, white tee shirt, army fatigues
Niggas hold crack in they mouth watchin for D
Selling dope, you know how it beez
Tryin to get that government cheese
And the D's yell freeze

Sellin' dope, white tee shirt, army fatigues
Niggas hold crack in they mouth watchin for D
Selling dope, you know how it beez
Tryin to get that government cheese
And the D's yell freeze

Tallahasee up in this bitch
My nigga Maintain, Nimrod
My nigga Percent, Abu
My brother Troy locked up
Huey Newton rest in peace
South Rowley, California
Brooklyn, Dean Street
Dead prez '98
Get it straight
And all my family and my whole army
Get it straight