Since Sliced Bread - Jail Bait [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[verse 1: Hesan]

Let's take a journey hypothetically into the streets
Here's a boy who's getting stoned, looking for some peace
He never knew his parents, his destiny was chosen
I can't say his name because he don't even know it
Standing at a robot asking people for some change
But they act like his invisible or publicly deranged
One kind soul decides to give him 20 Rand
Now he's faced with a decision with the money in his hands
He could buy some bread, been hungry for days
But he would rather buy glue or marijuana for the pain
Food gives him strength to realize his situation
But when he's high, he resides in his imagination
Smoking on this spliff wanting to escape this tragedy
Til a cop siren snaps him back into reality
The next thing he knew he felt a knock against his head
He woke up in a cell and his face was painted red

[Chorus]

It's just jail bait, cos' my life is stale mate
I got jail bait cos' my life is stale mate
I'm hooked on this jail bait cos' my life is stale mate
It's just jail bait, jail bait, jail bait
It's just jail bait, cos' my life is stale mate
I got jail bait cos' my life is stale mate
I'm hooked on this jail bait cos' my life is stale mate
It's just jail bait, It's just jail bait

[Verse 3: U.G]

Uh
Looking after cars is a hard job when you starved
But I'll do it to get through so I don't get locked behind bars
Because I see my future when I see two lights coming near
Even if it's a two rand or a fifty cent my dear
Please I need it, my life is defeated
I'm looking for meaning in this world which depletes it
I admit I'm worthless using your money to dull this pain
The shame as an abandoned orphan without a last name
Munching on this stale bread 'cuz my life is stale, mate
Now I take this jail bait 'cuz my life is in a stale mate
Abusing tik, I'm tick tocking my clock of life away
Coughing all night and day allowing it to scoop half my brain away
Away, away until I have no memories
Feeling the breeze and the warmth on my lip from my nose bleed
From the beating these cops are giving, for escaping this hard living
Now I'm staring at the ceiling thinking of ending it in prison

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Sloo Pharo]
Won't sing sing bout mutha-fucking bling bling
I bring hot shit, that zinger wing ring sting
Ouch, the method of my methin, is pure
Just to make it clear as crystal, understanding is yours
Break the bad shit, take the van quick
Hallucinating acid, rake cash, stay gashed, bake the hash bitch
They tried to make me go to rehab, I set in on fire
What happens when I'm wired, and you make me mad, I desire
A green bag, retired from dreams, sleep black
Reality wakes my eyes, vividly, so they bleed back
Roam cities looking east asian, sniffin the blow
Only have 1 nostril as a result of the coke
I hope I'm not hooked, broken bridged and imprisoned
Barred behind my bars, soul controlled by the system
Am I just another fish in the sea
Waiting to get baited into living diseased

[Chorus]