Jon Murdock - Rap City [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Queen]
(Yeah)
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy (No sympathy at all man)
Because I'm easy come, easy go, (Foundation shit) little high, little low
(Shit's too easy man) Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me (Shit ain't hard at all man, doesn't really matter man, it's not hard at all man), to me
(Yo, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's Foundation, 2004 shit, listen up yo, yo)

[Verse 1: Jon Murdock]
My Foundation squad is the sickest to rip
Jon Murdock, burn your block, then I dip with the clip
'04, flow raw, you need to stick to your shit
We come equipped, running with the hidden snub in the whip
Hit the gas pedal, half level, speed below sixty
Riding with a pound of weed so the cops wouldn't get me
Steady machete to every MC who thinking we petty
Medley deadly, ready to empty, look my semi is edgy
Downshift the Kawasaki to second to hit corners
Shift up to third, sock in my shoe, I just bought 'em
Can't smudge 'em, come with the gunmen, erupt public
Cause a scene, punch a drunk who was buggin', wilding for nothin'
Put a gun to his head, pulled the trig he's dead, look
It doesn't really matter, wiped the gun and I fled
Pitch shift, slight sequence, my hi-hat was peakin'
Turn it down, surround sound, that's how I fuck you up frequent
Motherfucker

[Hook: Queen]
Mama, (Yeah, Foundation) just killed a man, put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on (Carry on), carry on (Yeah, doesn't really matter, yo fetch me that pen over there) as if nothing really matters (Yeah that one right there, I gotta write something)

[Verse 2: Ricky Fitz]
Dear Mama, yo I killed a man and shot him
In his face, yo, I killed a man
Had to do it, he was out for my cream
And it wasn't even my money, I was just sixteen
Had to get paid in illegal ways, running some yay
Fetch a couple pounds upstate that be the day
My whole life was changed, one simple homicide
Simply lead to more killings, more homicide
I can't lie, I earned like ten more tears
Under my eyes and ain't started to cry
Releasing pain through a page, writing rhymes in a daze
Clutching mics, blowing blunts and haze
So I send you this letter, hope you get it soon
It dates 2004, second day of June

[Hook: Queen]
Mama, just killed a man, put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters