Hassan Haze - Words Of A Convict [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Hassan Haze]
One time for the Real/ saw a teardrop when they shot down his appeal/ saw another tear drop when the white man gave’em 10 years on a deal/ Huh? /that’s 85% time/ you gotta do 8 and a half of ya dime// just had a baby boy by a young lady who likes gossip and wine/ her mother hate me I got cracked hustling trying to take care of my baby/ we one of the same kind/ all poppa taught me was how to do crime the repercussions the feds seized my assets I should a left a hundred grand with my cousin/ huh/ he can’t pay to send me pictures he doing bad but he can’t play the victim can’t get a quarter when they fuck over millions I should of put him on we be about a billion/ thinking bout my child thinking about his mother/ through all else I hope they know I love em and not being there everyday is a struggle but I gotta maintain in the jungle/ getting lonely haven’t got a letter or a visit from a honey or a homie in a while (I’m Sayin’)

[Hook: Hassan Haze]
Jail’s never quiet (lights out) can’t quiet the thoughts or a convict
The flashlight shine on this pad as I’m writing moans from the weak and they wonder why we violent! There’s no place for tears here dear god help with my prayers cause I’m dead to my own peers I’m a pilot just took flight got thrown in a cock pit for fighting for my life in a riot/

[Chrous: George Abram]
There’s no fun times or no sunshine when you locked up
Watch your front side and your back my brotha we locked up
I miss my baby (I miss my lady) Damn I’m locked up
Who say crime pay no bail on me I’m locked up

[Hook 2: Hassan Haze]
These are the words of a convict
(Hey hey hey hey hey)
These are the words of a convict
(Hey hey hey hey hey)
These are the words of a convict
(Hey hey hey hey hey)
These are the words of a convict

[Verse 2: Hassan Haze]
If you don’t know the protocol, it’s one love if you got a problem take it to the wall
We eat right here we don’t fuck with them
Don’t borrow shit if you don’t have the ends
It’s christens, Muslims and Thug Niggahs
It’s heroin, pooch, cocaine and Kush dealers
Feeling lonely you got fe’fe’s and missy
Fe’ fe’s are tissue and Vaseline
You know who missy is
You are who you are my advice is study go hard
Cause one day you gone see the streets I’m a die on this yard
But you beat the odds
Get a crib get a car get a lil broad overstand you’re on a slave ship you been shipped
You was never a man now you not 3/5, 13, 14, 15 amendments
Fed dope in hope we would ditch politics to regulate our resources
Legislate our districts
Can’t become a man if they keep you dependent
How can you classify a man based on his pigment?
A kids image of his father in prison, is he a criminal or a victim
I’m sitting here with two life sentences and I’d give anything for a visit but That’s Life

[Hook: Hassan Haze]
Jail’s never quiet (lights out) can’t quiet the thoughts or a convict
The flashlight shine on this pad as I’m writing moans from the weak and they wonder why we violent! There’s no place for tears here dear god help with my prayers cause I’m dead to my own peers I’m a pilot just took flight got thrown in a cock pit for fighting for my life in a riot/

[Chrous: George Abram]
There’s no fun times or no sunshine when you locked up
Watch your front side and your back, my brotha we locked up
I miss my baby (I miss my lady) Damn I’m locked up
They say crime pay no bail on me I’m locked up

[Hook 2: Hassan Haze]
These are the words of a convict
(Hey hey hey hey hey)
These are the words of a convict
(Hey hey hey hey hey)
These are the words of a convict
(Hey hey hey hey hey)
These are the words of a convict