Ka - Vessel [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

{Narrator: This is the skyline of New York City as seen from Brooklyn
And this is a part of Brooklyn that few people see anymore
A battleground for the police and young street criminals}

{Hood: If I’m gonna die you know, better it happen now than later}

Both feet on the gas, nothing on the brake
Cuffin’ on an eight
Cupboard bare, but I swear tonight gonna be something on the plate
Director in this movie, I cast iron
Ride with pride, like the last lion
Put it bluntly, you hunt me, be your ass dying
I get love, now I need that shit cash buying
I learned to laugh always mask crying
Not get it done young, then you’re past trying (that’s all I did was try)
Feast to famine in the streets with a cannon
Peace to my mans deceased - I’m still standing
I ran in, your boys are sweeter than tamarind
What we push is strong, like jaws of Samson
Pitching from Yankee Stadium to yards in Camden
I son ya’ll niggas, I’m a universe {nobody does a fucking thing until I do so}
I’m The Wolf, don’t make a move unless I do it first
You might hear better, but there’s no truer verse
I’m one with the gutter, I’m too immersed
Struggle’s what I’m quoting, and hoping I’m through the worst
My last dice game, I was up a grand
Shot sound, gave my man a pound, I ain’t touch his hand {we find him, and we kill him}
Every now and then my cousin let me pump a gram
My real family got me, I ain’t need Uncle Sam
I celebrate my blessings
Can’t catch this live, then tape the sessions
I’m from where a eighth’s a great investment
Get that statement you know my place was desperate (the fucking hood, respect)
“Get money” was the basic testament
Pull heat on niggas you pop ‘em, even they suggest it (better shoot me nigga)
In King’s County where the queen never faked the jack
The MAC 10 and a nine, and my ace is strapped
I pull it out, I gotta shoot
If you got heart, then follow suit
Through me the lost art’s preserved
To make my point use the harshest words
Rocky was the route I’m choosing
You was in the house a hundred doubts I’m proving
Confident no doubt solution
This might be God speaking, it’s just my mouth is moving (I’m a vessel man)
A spoken memorial to all my losses
Peace to those never found and those in coffins
For cheap grains and fruits that’s stale
My niggas in the street fought tooth and nail
A few hammers, no proof of sale
Do your time, never boof the scale
Sleep and die, learned that before Elm Street
I’m hard to stick like a nigga that sell heat
I’m from the grittiest dungeons
Used to count pennies, now it’s fifties and hundreds
I’m from the grittiest dungeons
Used to count pennies, now it’s fifties and hundreds

To my niggas in Brownsville
Niggas in East New York, Bed Stuy
Them Harlem niggas man
Know what I’m saying, them South Jamaica niggas
Them South Bronx niggas
Them Delita Ward[?] niggas, for everybody man
There’s a lot of niggas in Chile I know, know what I’m saying?
Everybody all over the fucking world man
If you’re a live nigga, it’s just your music, it’s for you
I know you feel it
Fuck that sucker shit
Word, from the grittiest dungeons
We’re from the grittiest dungeons
{Ka will not feel pain in quite the same way, hardship in battle…}