J.L. of B. Hood - No Chill [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Where do I begin confused bout where to start
Does anybody know what to do with a heavy heart
Follow me around as if I invited the dark
And it seem like everything in my life is falling apart
I go hard but I feel like I'm goin' nowhere fast
Fog on the future, hanging onto the past
Doin' odd jobs trying to pick up some spare cash
Cuttin' my ties, All of you niggas wearin' a mask
Voila, judging character qualities, you don't qualify
To sit inside the circle with simple simples, you gotta die
In the kitchen cookin' an appetite Imma satisfy
Independent pushing, suppose you pussies be mad at my
Hustle, look I'm all about doin' whatever feel right
You can see us movin', it's growin', it's lookin' real tight
Honestly you don't understand the struggle in real life
Wanna be me? Wanna know what it feel like?
It feel like I might've broken my chill button
Temper gettin' short, I'm always wantin' to kill something
Probably ain't the safest for anybody, for real, frontin'
Highly educated, a naughty noggin', I feel nothin'
Real fuckin' funny they right in front of my face
Take a bunch of money to ever defend a case
I ain't got it to debate, I'm goin' like 'what a pace'
Got a pain that wanna cripple me, I been walkin' by faith
Losin' my religion, whatever clouded my vision
I just took it to altar, walkin' away forgiven
Make a real life change, revisit making revisions
When you never take a risk, never make a decision what good is living?
Believing you missin' the benefits
When you in the dark, there's beauty in all this
See cause without darkness light doesn't exist
Gettin' harder to resist this side of me always trips
Ying yang young restless aggressive shit
Things bring out the worst or the best of shit
Put the worst in a verse, in the press of it
People love it when you HURT, and confessin' it
It's a pity but it's real
Know it's a reason I been through hell
Missed a couple of mils, feel puzzled and ill
When nobody around me I really feel
From this moment forward: no filter, no chill

[JL Speaking]
No chill anymore, things are getting said
Shit is getting did... why not?
I feel like... I can't be stopped
Feel like...

[Verse 2]
Everyone of us wanna be special
But now-a-days it's rare to converse with an intellectual
Tension everywhere that I go the shit’ll get stressful
We’ll take away the guns from this niggas just gonna wrestle
Kinda complicated, it fuck up my concentration
I ain’t got no chronic it might be a confrontation
I been trying write myself right through frustration
Find a way when trying to catch up to what you chasin'
I’m being silent, thinkin’ violent
I spot a stake and I will always keep eye on it
It’s hard to trust in anyone, I get tired of trying it
The booth is like a compass, so fuck it, I’ll probably die in it
My soldiers fallen, tears’ll never slow up
Sippin’ something hoping that my shoulders hold up
I been up since seven something, sippin’
Take a second, know the recipe
Not where the bakin' soda
Ain’t no song like a bunch of Sundays tryna make it over listen

[JL speaking]
Y’all can’t tell me nothing! I been doin this!
I put my blood, sweat, and tears into this!
I’m just getting’ better bro!
Gotta respect it. Symptoms!