Propaganda - Tell Me Yours [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
I’m honestly not looking for thank yous because I don’t deserve them
I didn’t earn them
But you can thank South Central
Thank the San Gabriel Valley
Run up PCH and go'n and thank Lake Merit
Every turf walker and scraper bike
When you see one say “Thanks for Prop’s music”
Posiedon, who made sure the bar was high in cyphers
Crystal, Kevin and Curry, the other Black family in Belinda
Thomas Spokenharn – he’s why I even like rap
Thank the foundation, IE, the hardest battles I’ve been in against
Triune, Dead Eye and Issues
Broom and Zaragozo Wilbur family introduced me to the gospel
Graynose and Coleman, Whitenhill, Robles tried and my Sri Lankan twin Holden
Ronnie David Robles
He the first to put a spray can in my hand
And my imagination expanded
That’s why my art is ambidextrous
I owe you one hermano!
Trujillo, Montes, Seils, Curazcos
I told you I grew up with vatos
Leon, Myren and Junie
Miss Venita Shells, Uncle Ray, Aunt Fanny Mae
Vaca Rose and Aunt Ethel
Mr. Jeffrey, Ms. Curón and Palicky came to get me
When I was ditching US History
Trying to keep up with Trevor Pinnick (?)
Thanks David Uttley
He told me he thought God made black people by smearing them ‘em feces
And Brad somethin’, who called rap “jungle jive”
True story
It’s what drew me to the scriptures
And years later over John Lofty (?)
Dr. Anderson, David Rojas, Mr. Singer
Doug Thickben, Ms. Monhey and Herrera for turning down my advances
LOL, I would’ve never met mi Alma
Thanks Silivana and Ms. Jenna Camp
The most out-of-the-box teachers that knew that kids could learn
And ain’t buy that “at-risk” rhetoric
Nicolette and the Wilson’s, an adopted clan of twelve
I witnessed troubled abandoned kids get love until success
Deezars, Nayda, Dalia and Graciela Conchas
I was there when your pop died and I still got that bracelet
Cynthia Cell, Donna O., Patients and both Uplands
Tiffany, Camile, Spencer
Masonry, Bianca, Gwen
Nick Luvano and Raphael Colla
These kids were the view for at least two albums
Thank the Blowed, the mic and dimmed lights
Up the street, round the corner
Where my heart was best kept
Thank best kept and Shihan
Ay, well, I love poetry
An encouragement of mi Ate
Irene Fae Dueler, who told me to try my hand at poetry
Hey, what’s up with Joe Dell, how he doin'?
Thank the old Taconazo
Where taboo with the Black Eyed Peas
Accidentally kicked me in the tooth
That’s why it’s chipped to this day
True story
Thanks Zane Wood, Serene Palms and Ozay Moore
Rosaria Ortega, James Worthy, James Janice
Nicole Petty and Thomas Joseph Terry

[Outro]
These deserve your thanks
If you see them, tell them I sent you
I didn’t know then, but I know now
What I cannot ignore is my Crimson Cord
Don’t tell me yours, tell me yours, tell me yours
Tell me yours, tell me yours
Tell me yours, tell me yours
Tell me yours, tell me yours
Tell me your, tell me yours
Crimson Cord