Michael Rothschild - Kyle's Record [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1 - Michael Rothschild

Back in 2010
Everything was great
Til’ karma came right back and hit us in the face
I never had to settle, got jewels on my plate
Bulova, the Rolly slick, the demar all in my case

That’s a different story, now we talkin’ bout race
Man I hear the same bullshit, almost had me displaced
The industry was a jog-a-thon I’m keepin’ my pace
I’m already coming home and you chilling at first base

I gotta speak to a brotha, posted in the A
Shebelut when I see ya imma double up ya plate
Cause yesterday for me, one of the worst days
I lost my brother Kyle, you shouldn’t see me this way

Squeeze my palm tight, look up and I pray
Nothing ever gon’ change

Fuck it though I’m ridin’ hard
Rollin’ through the city and a boulevard
New Mercedes Benz and a naked broad
Lookin’ like a Rolls-Royce, Double R

Where you at Ricky Ross, where you at
Correctional officer, kinda shit is that
Don’t you ever call me racist half my bitches black
Rollin’ through the city know I got a sack

Never gon quit
Looking at me straight, I’m lookin’ at your bitch
Take her to the crib and we rollin’ in the six
Ask me how I got paid and I told a bitch, Strix
Record label money ain’t never get you shit
Why you hatin’ on me still when I tried to give you tips

Kyle always told me look straight
We rolled up on the weekend usually in the bay
Crazy to have a friend, with those significant ways
He listened to every motherfucking word I ever had to say

Time ticking, lights flashing
Life’s on the line got me on the pedal mashin'
Smile at this chick, while I’m lookin’ at her smashing
Used to drive a Jeep, I shoulda stolen you an Aston

And With That

That’s when I look past, the dude’s fade to black
You standing so tall, I fuckin’ thought you were Shaq
You don’t understand me, how you understand that?
You the only fuckin’ reason I can pick up a rack

Dear God, really though, could you please bring him back?
I’ll give you my life for his, all that I ask
So much fuckin’ pain, I don’t know how to act
Now I got another fuckin’ name to get for a tat

No crying my eyes dry now, dude it’s a fact
However, don’t mistake all the jewels that I sacked
Or the dollars I stacked, with the pistols I pack
How else you think a fuckin’ baller cover his ass?!

Hope you could hear what I wrote, damn
I promised you 4 years ago, 2010
I didn’t get it crackin’ now, I’m like 4 years in
Couldn’t feel worse brotha, it just feels like a sin

Now all this anxious misery is buried within
So many things I’m tryna’ say, now it’s just itchin’ my skin
Stress level rising though, got me grippin’ the twins
Plus I’m out in Vegas stalling, tryna check into Wynn’s

Maybe it’s the government though, that choked us
Trust me buddy when I say ill never loose focus
Even if it’s storming down with a million locusts
I'll overflow the world with all of these dark oceans

Nothing came between the perfect system we had
I hate it when you thought about, people are sad
I remember all the times you’d crash at my pad
T-Bell, late night, Gallegos wit us for that

Too bad things had to change on us, really too fast
Now I look back on it, and I pray for the past
Thanks for all the time I spent with you, we both had a blast
Just holla hallelujah when I see you at last

Michael Rothschild

Strix Records

Open Mike

R.I.P. Kyle Martinez