Sir MiLo - Consequences [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
"Somebody outta just reach out help me, it seen no.."

[Verse 1: Sir Milo]
Look into his eyes the result of homicide
The imagery is caution tape and tears you left behind
By you, I mean the people who were involved in the crime
Life is gamble, sets off candles and flowers to buy
I never seen so much blood on the hallway
Somebody save em' is the thought running through my cranium, naigra falls
Never looked so direct in the facial
The victim was underage, I felt the gore and pain filled in his eyes
I remain in camouflage as the students behind me drop like flies
People are shooked and surprised
He's dying, look at his eyes
Why would they the guy
Only if they hadn't caught em walking alone in boredom
Without his weapon, left it with his reckless little brother
They snuff his head into the glass until it shattered
Nothing but the shards piercing through his skin and blood splatter
His friend ran shit ran down the niggas draws quicker then he hit the floor
His homie did him wrong, shit isn't sweet as georgia's peaches consequences come in raw demonstrations and you fall
When the weapon springs in action no more acting for your boy
Your reaction is to back up when the mags approach your dome
If you act up it gets the clapping a round of applause
With no performance involved
Mother and father will at your bed side as they mourn

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Sir MiLo]
Tomorrow comes today, gorilla instincts as hes prepared to catch his prey
Rest in piece is what he preaches as he cleans his piece engraved with a signature his nina that he had tucked away
His back packed with a gat packed with ammo that will leave a mans back flat as a yoga mat
Jamals with em asking when hes gonna cock back and rata-tat-tat the kid who made Johnny take a nap he doesn't reply just proceeds to hold the strap
Puts it in his pants comfortable enough to pull it fast out when its time to clash
Finished all of class his eyes anger and hate when he enemy passes
Let off a round quick enough to make the gun jam
His plan back fires, emeny returns fire
Caught him slipping bet he wished he would of carried more fire
Now his bodies stiff laying on a stretcher, both eyes rolling from the path chosen should of chose your path wiser youd be a smart man who would of though the victim would of turned into the hitman

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Sir MiLo]