Paranom & Purpose - No Longer Laughin' [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Paranom]
It's life
Life that we live
Mine
Outside the frame
Yeah
Outside
Oh

[Hook: Estee Nack]
So when it's time to go and you're leavin'
There ain't no tellin' where you're goin' yo
No goodbye for the grievin'
Right now the tears is still flowin' on
When it's time to go and you're leavin'
There ain't no tellin' where you're goin' yo
No goodbye for the grievin'
Right now the tears is still

[Verse 1: Paranom]
Yo God's
Inventory deployin' the glory
A happy endin' of a hustla in shortest of stories
Was his memento mori
Though prematurely
Describe that surely
The fakest of moves securely
Keep you in the matrix purely
He said assuredly as I nod to hennessy he poured me
Though flawed
I be hearin' when he told me it's odd
You see we call each other sun
But we shunned and rarely shine
The same things that cause our growth
Could cause us running out our mind
A closed quote
No contention to a risk or the intention
Full cloaked
Smith and Wesson
Get the wad with no detention
Got four
Babies stressin'
Different ladies
Court in session
Never po' in the mind
But rich in choices just for flexin'
Full, blown is tension
Rise the message
Think what's the next to
Die, for
If it's niggas more than children
What connection do I, leave here?
Invested time in killin' boredom
We from the same bed
But all I manifested was the postpartum
Caught in illusions
Burdens I feel that I really carry
Sun if you make some money rhymin'
Just be very wary
Man we all a diamond
Right before definin'
Our thoughts could be scary
Just knowing that we cause the climate
No February in her eyelids
A mom's defiance
Also her first love
Who thrown into the future crisis
Cold winners
Who springing up to fall by summer's finish
This for the paper?
Or words on paper?
What's the first to diminish?

[Hook: Estee Nack]

[Verse 2: Purpose]
Son was captivated
By the essence in the atmosphere
And what that atmosphere created
And what it meant in his heart
Somethin' sacred
Shit was more than a art
Before the thoughts of gettin' money
Would occur in the park
Fiends startin' formin' fast
And never asked for the price
Hustlin' cracks
The math about a stack in a night
So money was good
In the hood disaster would reign
Got predators schemin' on prey
Like an African plain
The sun beamin'
Sweat drippin'
Catch victims
Raw shit
Transform from poor kid
To Lexus to Porchés
Cautious
Not a boss yet but gettin' money son
Think like he 45
Act like he 21
He stayed rappin' in cyphers
But writin' a verse was secondary
Cause the paper always came first
And it seem
That his dreams of ever rappin' for cream
Just wasn't a possibility
Or accurate scheme
Wasted talent
Cause son was much nicer than most
A night wolf
Type dope
Son I like what he wrote
But he couldn't just stop the hustle
Didn't like to go broke
Buyin' low
Sellin' high when he pricin' for coke
Life is joke
For those who are born with a silver spoon
Unaware of the moods of the goons
When the sky reveal the moon
Killer's loom
Smokin' boom
My man was one of them
Seen a couple cats from the past
And he confronted 'em
One of them was bitch
The other would have a gun on him
Run from them?
Hell no
My man would rather dump with them
Son had the drop and threw a few shots
(Oh shit)
Shit was loud as hell
Could hear it for a few blocks
Two Glocks were found at the scene
He murdered two cops
And I ain't never seen him since
I'll save a spot on the bench
Outside the projects
Where we used to pretend
To be the bad guys shootin' cops
Hoppin' the fence
And get away with it
Cause it was only imagined
Never thought it'd manifest
To where it actually happened
No we no longer laughin'
It's more than just rappin'

[Hook: Estee Nack]

[Outro: Paranom]
Yeah
Peace to my niggas man
Ya know?
Though we cry
We get that opportunity man
To
To flood the canvas
Nah mean
Make our own picture
Own reflection
Through it all
Just livin' in a movie
Yeah