Ibn Inglor - Lost [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Finna' strive to the path and it doesn't really matter
What the roads gonna cost
Tell my niggas hold off, tell my niggas hold off
No hand outs given to the kids in the land of the motherfucking wicked
Put your hands to the ceiling, put your hands to the ceiling
Let niggas know that I ride for my motherfucking killing
You feel that motherfucking feeling
You know them kids gonna die, you don't protect this city
This the city of the lost and the city of the frost
Where the coast gets windy, nigga
Rep the clan you living, nigga
Rep the name you given

[Hook]
Hope, for the prayers call, but the prayers lost
And the Lords forgiveness, never came for us
Hope for the prayers call, but the prayers lost
And the Lords forgiveness, never came for us

[Bridge]
Rebels, leaders, and the mothers son, don't load the gun

[Verse 2]
Feel the cold in the attic, that's the cold in the city
You was living in the basement, so alone in this wicked, world
World that we live in, he got the children in the buildings
In a seance singing, all hail my kingdom
How you feel motherfuckers, you wanna kill motherfuckers?
Well here's the gun and it's loaded, pull it only to others
Never once to each other, to our brothers and our mothers
To the lovers of the world, to a lover and a girl

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3]
So I ask for the last and they never give me shit
And they just said I'm an ass nigga
They said I wouldn't pass with ya', they said I wouldn't go nowhere
But the flow so rare, kill 'em all for the boss
Let me get 'em all to the loft, revenge for the cost
Of a goddamn living, I gotta feed my sins nigga
I gotta feed my children, you know what it cost on my motherfucking end
Altgeld Gardens, where the lost never win
Either hood or die, and it's many that will cry
Yeah I did my dirt, for the good or worse
Put me on the grid for the hood is cursed
But the niggas living good, give the hood the work
Drugs and business, and the coke is sniffing

[Hook]

[Outro]
Never came for us, put me in the trap with the queens and whores
Put me on a track with the kings and lords
God forbid who has came before
Who has came before, who has came before
All of the glory never changed ya' boy
Rapping ass nigga never came up short
I always had a plan for the game, nigga
I'm the same nigga, I never changed nigga
The story holds all my pain nigga
And the glory glows, screaming Lordy Lord
Yeah nigga I made it, nigga
Yeah nigga, I'm famous nigga
Hold all of my anger nigga