Joe Budden - Through The Wire [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Joe Budden]

Now if it goes to the wire
I will never fall I got the soul of a fighter
Walk barefoot over coal over fire
Nobody's gonna love me like me so I'm my sole provider
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[Verse 1: Joe Budden]

Nobody thought I'd ever be dope with the pen
Whole first album was real, all wrote from within
Got a little bit of fame
I'm in the 5, top off and y'all lokin' again
Nah I ain't smokin' again
Maybe I was too advanced
Or cause the masses didn't go through it first hand
Maybe they couldn't understand
The trials of a kid who never graduated
Maybe they'd rather hear some bullshit that's fabricated
Like my rims keep spinnin' on the V on the ave
Fuck me gettin' shot at or me gettin' stabbed
Fuck gettin' so high to the point that I was gettin' so high
Off of that high that I almost died
Fuck everything I've seen in the precinct that's indecent
Or the coppers tryna keep me in there for no reason
Fuck me being homeless
Rib cage showin'
Last night I had beef but had to go there to eat
Fuck me growin' up and not gettin' to see Dad
Fuck therapy, detoxes and rehabs
Dudes in the hood being wild undercover
Or me beefin' with my child's mother
Or fuck Joe Budden the 3rd
Chill, cause if you fuck with Joe Budden the 3rd
Then nigga that's my word
Fuck the jealousy, deceit
Fuck the strong-armed B&E's
Cause life's much older than 23
Fuck what I'm rappin'
Fuck this and the pad
And nigga fuck me missin' my dad
Maybe if I rap 'bout buyin' the bar out
Or all the jewelry that I got
Then maybe y'all niggas'll listen to that
But listen, know now that this is my whole style
And I can't rap that other shit, I don't know how
All the hate shit on me
And the fakeness I see
I write the REAL that you can't take that from me

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]

I don't write so my label can be on top
Nigga I write so the voices in my head just stop
Nigga I write my life and it's way too real
This is Pay-per-view not the Dave Chappelle
Joey hated by many and loved by few
One of the last real niggas left
What you wan' do?
Trouble with my voice, but even without a voice
Still for every hood in New Jersey I'm the choice
Used to break up in a house for a TV
Two years later, look Mouse on TV
My story nonetheless
And it's a story of success
Nigga it's the story of the best

[Hook]