Ill-Noize - Mr. B (Dear Father) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Ill-Noize]
Started in 1991, now I'm almost 24 years young
A week after yours, two pisces swimmin' ashore, but we different for sure
Never really saw eye to eye, but we family, that blood is pure
Still we always at war, behind closed doors
Whole family clashin' swords
Think I just need a break, need to escape
For goodness sake, hide away & get baked
Like a cake, give my mind a break
Man that shit is straight...

Uhh, grew up in different places at different times
Uhh, You really can't expect that to mold the same mind
Uh, & the vision I have would probably make you blind

(Uhh, uhh, yea, Dear Father,)

[Hook: Ill-Noize]
Yea & I know that you only always wanted what's best for me
Yea, but you know that you can't interfere with destiny
Yea, & lately the whole world, including you has been testing me
But I, gotta spread my wings, gotta spread my wings!

[Verse 2: Ill-Noize]
& fly through the sky, don't clip these things
Don't kill my dreams, I take a lean & try to see
Things from your perspective
Grew up on different methods
I went to school around crack & meth heads
Plug in the classroom spittin' death threats
You went to school on the country side
Whole town washed white...

& my eyes still wide, trying to see me from your view, I bet you wish I watched your every move
Followed your footsteps right on que
But that just ain't me though, you drink a twelver, I'll smoke a kilo
Keep my pride on the d-low
Cause I'm glad he taught me everything that he knows

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ill-Noize]
Fuck a 9 to 5, keep the dream alive
You might disapprove the paths I choose
What have I got to lose? Smoke a blunt
Then hit the booth, drop some truth, we are the youth, we may be young, but we sing the blues
So I rap my words, 'n you sit & curse
But realize that it could be worse...

I could be pushin' drugs, hangin' with gangsters & thugs
Instead I'm just preachin' to do what you love!
This is how I turned out in the City where I grew up...

(Uhh, uhh, yeaa, Dear Father!)

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Ill-Noize]
No, I ain't no accolade, no I ain't critically acclaimed
Don't follow God, that ain't for me
Hate politics, I just wanna be free
Don't have much in common
But thanks to you I didn't grow up starvin'
I know we have our problems
But we're family until our coffins...

That's family, that's family... (×2)
Ha, but don't call me Mr. B...
PEACE!