KiddDaLegend - Views (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1] (00:11)
I ain't had to worry bout a lot/
Still the same feeling when ya pullin' out the lot/
You know the shit is hot when it starts rumblin' the pot/
Spewin' vaccines boy, I don't think you want a shot/
I got the right tools, who needs the fix?/
Fuck the rules, make the news; man, it's evident/
That this culture has an addiction to materialism/
Maiming women and prescription drug conflictions/
People being clouded from real life, fabrication/
Always feel what other people feel like, masturbation/
While we dyin' just tryin' to find ourselves/
Take or pop too many feel-goods, losing ourselves/
Well... this is life these days, try to spare you God's reign/
We live in retrospect and tend to retrograde/
Blues clues on my mind, depressin' and shit/
Comin' from a state of mind, are these (Views From The 6)/

[Verse 2] (01:10)
All and all, life's great/
Feelin' like cheese within life's grates/
Peelin' my skin to do it the right way/
Too many temptations, no imagination/
Killin' off what's left to cause procrastination/
It ain't no more stalling when you hear destiny calling/
No relation to PlayStation, do you hear me when I'm talkin'?/
I go off my noggin like the Milwaukee Monster/
Use ice to preserve limbs and ligaments often/
This is your daily view of the ongoing doctrine/
Jesus Christ, give me life, could I be anointed?/
If so, then the Universe knows of my appointment/
Keep that tattoo of the world on me like some ointment/
Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head, god body in the flesh/
20 years old, talkin' bout Emerald Tablets and Marrakesh/
Egyptian pharaohs, Diasporas, and spiritual connects/
Connects like Colombian plugs, money's the surge it protects/
Or should I say the CIA? Funded and drafted/
To those low-income neighborhoods on the back end/
Ebola's just another crisis, about a deadly virus/
Always about population control, Chris said it righteous/
Trynna make out that Afrika isn't so holy and pious/
White cops shooting Black teens, the grand scheme/
Hands up, hands up, but still shots hit him clean/
No justice, no peace, occasionally means no sleep/
No rest until we receive the best of the best/
That means it's Rothschild-esque/
Damn right, we deserve to be picky/
Livin' in a country for old men/
Even though it's no country for old men/
News and politics bluff, even when their hands' sticky/
Turn up to Migos if you want to, blaze up/
Just remember there's no backsies when your day's up/
Thrive and get your cake up/
Get your people to wake up – Love...