Devine Carama - Let There Be Light [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

No major consigns, I never sold my soul to sell, all I gave was dope rhymes & tried to save souls from hell/
My verse at night bright, I'm like a lunar eclipse, when the earth & sun collide with the moon full lit/
And it's perfectly aligned like my verses with each line, perfecting to beat rhymes,my paint & aisle designs/
This intro is a beam, indigo stream through the Elohim, a king, freedom flows through my geans/
My soul sows a seam in the fabric of our being, No hoes but a black African queen in indigo jeans/
God is amazing, so the bars are amazing, a star, Carama in the pantheon of greatness/
They said I'm too old, they said I'm too conscious, he speaks from his soul, to the streets dropping knowledge/
Like a teacher dropping his syllabus, the colleges is feeling this, the hood is too, I'm like a prophet when revealing this/
Jesus take the pen, so there's God in my verse, bars spit from the pulpit evolving the church/
Whether 2 million records or only 2 get the message, as long as my light shines I'm still doing Gods work/
Y'all can have the fame and the jewels and the hoes, y'all can have the chains, shoes and the clothes/
I just want the kids from the hood to set goals, then fulfill that potential, from concrete sprout a rose/
Your kids don't have a shot meaning they going famish, but you balling with no assist, player I don't understand it/
Not trying to be judgmental I'm just being candid, I'm just spitting the truth so have a seat if you can't stand it/
Man we tired of same raps, everybody bang gats everybody slang crack everybody chain platinum/
This game is art yo, soundscapes the canvas, y'all rap like Picasso but y'all can't paint that/
You're raps sound like sing along, you celebrity debutaunt, Devine leading the charge for this modern rap renaissance/
Y'all actors not artists when you rap bars, Denario on tracks you won Oscars when you rap hard/
Y'all ain't lethal I'm the Na'Vi people, y'all need a battery in your back to be nice you just an avatar/
Y'all fish with lines to eat, until the rap shark eat what you casting before it hatch like caviar/
I came in as a battle god, spoke math to Catholics lost, now I rap bars like magnets to the lost attract God/
Whether baptist or Farad, catholic or the gods, I mastered bars, like a black Marshall Mathers I'm a rap god/
I make sure the raps precise and yes I am that nice, pray to God before I even get the pen and pad to write/
The reason these bars spit We are lost in the wilderness, first chapter of Genesis. God said let there be light..