Dru Blu - F64 Series 3 Episode 11 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Have you ever been at the bottom
Everybody round you seems to be progressing
You feeling you been forgotten
Have you ever sat in your bedroom, stressing
And praying to a higher spirit to ease you off this depression
Have you ever thought this ain't for me
The stress is straining me
The pain is deep
Happy families are only make believe
Or am I tired and gassed
I'm getting tired of rap
You'll never see no NY's on my hat
Cah this is London the dungeon, home of the truncheons
Where most minds are troubled
So they need the herbs to function
And kids ain't inspired by doctors and lavish mansions
Kids be inspired by shotters and gangster rappers
But how'd I know this, cah this kid really lives it
To me becoming a doctor just isn't realistic
But a rapper yeah, I'll have a pop at that
No grades needed, just heart and I got a lot of that
Oi but real talks, if I tried to make it truly
Take a look at my account and tell me how I'd pay for uni
Cah my Mum isn't, and my Dad isn't
How can they when they ain't got a pot to damn piss in
Mum's a nurse, her wage dropped, but her tax risen
Anger's got my thoughts corrupted with these mad visions
And I be cash driven, poverty motivates him
Been in a load of stations and never wrote a statement
I been through altacations that left me near to death
I could be doing years in the bin, feeling really blessed
And though my life is hard, I smile you know
Cah there's people worser off, so who am I to moan
I ain't changed, everything's the same brudah, dial my phone
I don't try and laugh, I don't fucking hide, I march
And I don't scream or shout, claim to be the realest out
But that darg your with is not your friend if he ain't been your house
Never met your family, never seen you cry
Careful who you trust cah trust's why a lot of people die
Give me a reason why I should give a damn
I don't need a gang, all I'm tryna do is feed my fam
So brudah, show me paper
Give me a second in the light so I can show the majors
What the road's created
I got the roads debating, I got a load of haters
Look I can't teach you how to rap, but I can show you basics
First off look at your life, make it relevant
Find your flow, get a pen, the rest is heaven sent
I'm a wolf surrounded by sheep
But I don't get at them, I step with them
I use my position here to shepherd them
Cah I speak for those, folks in the rain
Had love but thrown it away, emotionally drained
No choice, got a lot to say, but got no voice
Lots of rage, tryna make a living from an honest wage
And there's a lot of days
The parents feeling guilty
Cah they can't afford to take their children on no holidays
But they're friends can, the type of shit to throw a man over the edge
Fam, this is our life
No beaches, no champs, or first class flights
Nothing but dirty blocks and dirty star nines
Cah we alone here, fresh 64
No pen with me darg, write with my cold tears
I don't respect the rapper, rapping about his gold chain
I respect the rapper, rapping with the most pain
I don't respect the rapper, rapping with the most fame
I respect the rapper, trapping in the cold rain
Look, I'mma make it happen
I'mma dragon so I throw flames
Donny Dru Blu, that's a bold name