Mr. Lif - A Glimpse at the Struggle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Mr.Lif in the background]
(How the hell did it get to this
That this is what I gotta do?)
Mic Check!

[Verse 1]
Well if you can't beat em', join em', Build em', Employ em'
This kid got gold teeth, fuck it, coin em' so we can get some loot inside our pockets
My man who just did a bid said, "you haven't tried it, don't knock it"
I wear the rings of Saturn on my knuckles like truck jewels
For 40 acres and a mule I'm down to buck fools, my tool illest thoughts
Could make the world a realm of lost souls, keep my mind in two poles
Keep the world on two poles in my head juxtaposed
I cite and murder flows, on the low I conjure flows the way that it's supposed to be
I keep tint rings around the rosary
I'm bout to rob this store I need some loot and some groceries
I need a loaf and free butter, fuck another night of hunger
I've been a good man and I don't deserve to suffer
After this night, I'll return to being peaceful, put that on my people
Word to Big Shank and Lil' Pete though, yo

Do you recall the days when brothers used to chill
Flex on the mic and display ghetto appeal
Yo those were the days when it was really real
Yo those were the days when it was really real
But we'll...all get it back together one day
But until then its snuff gunspray
Jah bless my head with every night I lay, and I pray for a brighter day

But anyways gotta get them thoughts out of my mind now
Wipe the sweat off my eyebrows, nostalgic thoughts bring my hideout
"Lie down, you two niggas in the second aisle."
First brother shook with fear, while the second nigga caught a smile, "While
You doing that why don't you strip like Gaza"
This nigga yells out, "well you's a frontin'-ass rasta!"

"By my actions, I'd have to say that that's true;
But shut the fuck up. I didn't ask you
I might blast you, If I have to, yo masked dude
They won't find me, even if you ID
But yo thanks for checking me." Then unexpectedly
This head nigga right behind the counter started wreckin' me
9 millimeter weaponry, all your beans leaking on the chest to me
Nobody understands society molested me, they just questioned me
Nature of the ongoing clean up crew clean my blood stops flowin
All my enemies out on the block gloating, plus the government is smiling
Cause they sense the scent of death blowing, just showing
They plans runnin' precisely, "this nigga ought to fit into a wood box nicely"
Ghetto stress, have my own fuckin people ice me
If you look you can find me, on the corner store tile floor
Another landmark of the ghetto I saw
Is it all worth to die for? Noooooo

Its not worth it ([echoes]nooooooooo)

[Mr. Lif gasps for breath]

[Three Men talking]
Man 1: Yo oh shit, money. This dude just got shot, son!
Man 2: He got shot?
Man 1: Yeah fucking shot, dawg, tryna rob a store
Man 3: What? Who the fuck is this!?
Man 1: Thats fucked up yo
Man 2: We gotta get out of here
Man 1: Yo this ain't cool, I'm out
Man 3: Yo where you goin?
Man 2: We gotta get the fuck out of here, this nigga wildin, HE WILDIN', IM
OUT!.......
Man 3: Yo I think I went to high school with this kid!

[Sample]
I'mma live life after this one time...