MF Grimm - Dedicated [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: MF Grimm]

When it come to war there will be some casualties
Manhattan is the game of death
And cops are referees
I'm dwelling on my life like I'm Kevin from the wonder years
A lot of friends died
And I'm trying to hold back the tears
Want Beer?
I'll give them bloodshed instead
Cause so many died I have to pour keg
New York is hotter under the collar
It's so easy to die but It's hard to make a dollar
Screaming from the dessert is the eagle
Make it holler
Plus we got the street sweepers, so run in fear
If we can't have no money then the block is getting cleared
My family call me MF, that mean Mad Flows
You better buy my album cause yo Grimm ain't with no shows
Nah kid, I be with a cutie in my house
Want me to do a show? Then you put up twenty thousand
(Word, fuck promo ?)
Mad Flow only rhyme for double digit dough and two bottles of Mo
I really do think earth is undercover hell
Cause rain never drops only blood and bullet shells
But yet still my fam remains strong
Life isn't short, death is so fucking long
What would I do? Where would I be? without my f**king crew AKA my family
Some pass away, now they living up above
But not even death can separate the love
Half the crew is black, the others are Hispanic
Showing unity and causing havoc on this planet
Some pass away, now they living up above
But not even death can separate the love
Friends from the cradle to the grave
Hoping for old age, but this stage of age never came
And um, where I'm from
Die young
But we all know real niggas never die
Once I mediate, breath in release steam
Subconscious take a stroll
Quantum leap through my dreams
I put my nine on the shelf and try to mediate
And find myself below
I still can't find me, life's a tape
Stop, play and just rewind me
Push record and let me cry
I pray to god as a child but as a man I only pray to die
Holograms of horror through headphones
A virtual reality my brain is the dead zone
Rappers in my hemisphere prepare the end is near
The reapers here to interfere, flip a nightmare like the keys
Chop dreams down to ounces, feet to move the mommys but the human head be bouncing
I'm living in the stress box every day's the same
(whatcha want kid?)
I want the money f**k the fame
What would I do? Where would I be? without my f**king crew AKA my family
Some pass away, now they living up above
But not even death can separate the love
Half the crew is black, the others are Hispanic
Showing unity and causing havoc on this planet
Some pass away, now they living up above
But not even death can separate the love

This is dedicated to...dedicated to all my motherfucking brothers on the streets. [x3]