Travis, Jr. - I: XIV [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Who am I but black man?
I’m thirteen and I don't hear nothin’ but headphones
Lookin’ for the cheapest weed to get my head blown
Pops wasn't around to play his part, so for the most part
My nigga, to me you were dead and gone
Linkin Park pumpin’ through my veins damn near everyday
My friends never could relate to me ever in anyway
Damn near raised my little brothers, and Bacardi
Out my uncle’s closet was the only thing to cope with it
Always wrote rhymes but never knew I was dope with it
‘Till my cousin sat me down and told me how I was so gifted
And how my flow had shifted
In a different way that he could never describe
Forever in his eyes, I would be the best
Pillow sex, said fuck sleeping I don't need a rest
And I don't need a test, tellin’ me I'm the fuckin’ greatest
You niggas, who hated? I'mma make you look so dumb
Please pardon my arrogance, I'm still so young

[Hook]
Still so young, how can you believe in me?
Having a hard time just living, bein me
Tryna see whatcha see in me

Give me little time to grow, you’d never know…

[Verse 2]
Who am I but black man?
I'm sixteen and lately I been having sick dreams of just
Being another you
Praying every night to god, hoping it wasn't true
And as I tugged away my fate seemed to fuckin’ come to me faster
If I sat in the back, that means don't come to me pastor
I'm a saint on the outside but underneath bastard
I don't believe in no ghost, ‘cept the friendly Casper
You just another dealer on the corner with a different type of hustle
See me and reverend whatever, we got a different type of struggle
Seen my grandmother die in front of me went back to school the same damn day
See that type of strength takes a different type of muscle
So I smoke weed ‘till me and reality head butt
Said fuck church, I got more divinity in my left nut
Stuck in-between autumn and spring, I’m still so young
Please pardon my rebellion, I’m still so young

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I am not just a black man
My simplest thoughts in full screen?
Could make your greatest ideas feel fuckin’ minimized
I write truths and scribble lies, front man now
While you amateurs stay in the background playin’ the fiddle
You want the real? Come to me, ain’t no man in the middle
I’ll put a “BIG” in my name before I’m ever belittled
I’m a rapper who's clearer than ever, but more confused than he's ever been
The soul of a ambitious rookie, infused with a veteran
Prideful, was lied to, so sometimes react spiteful
Only 19 but trust me I’ve seen an eyeful
And I’ve heard an earful, gotta big mouth full
Of reasons why I was made for this rap shit from the start
My soul, my mind, my heart and whatever else is left of me
Taking fate by the horns, spilling my passion, crafting my own destiny
So what’s a six letter name for a prophecy being fulfilled?
That's me, the late bloomer, sorry I couldn’t realize it sooner…

This one for them niggas who said I won't be shit
Guarantee you niggas ain't even seen peak bitch
I spit from the heart and these words flow from souls
And my past lives I lived very so long ago
Say so long to foes as I crush competition
Middle fingers to doubters, fate and my mission
To slaughter contenders, and alike in this game
The run for the money and the chase for fame

The GUNSHIGH Declaration