Tumany 7NiM$ - January 1st (J Cole Cover) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro:

[Tumany 7NiMS]

Sup World
It's Africa
They call me Tumany 7NiMS
I call this January 1st yeah
Can I... African Kid
Huh
Hear me out yall…

[Verse 1]
I feel estranged, I feel entrapped
I feel encompassed with limitations
When pocks’ not fill with stash
And yet, all I see still is gaps
It gets closer the more every time I slay these tracks
But, the older I get the skills like blades is sharp
And truth is like a weapon, son conceal the Glock
A bruised adolescence, mom couldn’t build with pops
A broken home was my zeal to rap
So, this not for my nubeez (nah)
It’s a gift to myself, the gift and curse
The enemy is self so fuck me, I take a diss at myself
Trying to blend with these dudes but its different mindsets
So I set my mind on bigger goals
Remember the one eye man is king of blindness
King of Conakry, that’s as far I’ve come in this rap game
That’s my validation to be a rap king
Never sold gold, never had plats
Though we got the diamonds and bronze
It’s mostly beads when I rock chain
Ryyzy for president, but SK knows I’m Rakim
I’m not him
Who blends with the trends just to meet ends
Or pretend with your menz when I know that we ain’t friends
The reason I’m on these songs ; cause these are my peers
These are my years of studying legends and perfecting my craft
Now I got them falling off the sky like Lubits did with the crash
But I don’t take people lives cause I got shit in my pass
I take responsibility for my shit when I sit on my ass nigga!
Peep the psych of a third world citizen
Harsh realities makes brother want to stay when they only visiting
Till imprisonment
Confines them in federal penitentiary the vision ends
Word to Nkrumah, use to have men of vision now there’s only vicious men
Know I’m fucking, it sourly bitter
A lightning fixture, that brighten pictures
They got us all for the flashes with tiny pixel
My Gandhi ritual
Keeps me sane when I put my science into
Rhyming the truth

Hook:
(Can I make million off a rap tune?)
Ehh!! Can I as an African Kid Can I
Can I make a million dollars off rap?
(Can I make million off a rap tune?)
Ehh!! Can I as an African Kid Can I
I shall make a million dollars as an African kid off rap

Verse 2
Pourquoi Blaise à tué Sankara
Est-ce pour marcher dans sa paire vas y porte son sambara
Je viens d'la où les djeli sont pied nu ils dancent et chantent en Bambara
J'suis fils aîné d'un de la tribu des hausa née dantatah
Non negro sa va pas, ils continue à tué des Walter Scoots
Après tout le pillage ils nous interdit l'entree si ya pas visa, il ya pas que sa
Trop de frères et soeurs se meurt à la mer à recherche du American Dream
Les plage de Cali, les eaux n'ont pas la chance au Mali
Ces cris de douleur dans les yeux d'un aveugle Nas et Damian chantent sabali
On est au fond du bout, alors va falloir qu'on foncent le trou
Jusqu'a ce que l'on se trouvent dans les luxes de Mumbutu
Ils se demandent comment son franca lingua se bilingue
Ils oublies le consumérisme occidental nous laisse pas le choix que de s'y mettre
Que de la sueur sous le soleil ardent
L'inspiration de nuit pad d’sommeil
L'argent m'epargne l'ennui
Que des victimes dans nos statistiques
Les riches se la gonfl’ mais sont pathétique
Les vainqueur meurt jamais big up passitik
Et tous les ghetto et blocks d'SK à Conakry

End Hook:
Oh chaley, mon ami
Oh yeah Oh yeah
And we gon’ make a million dollars

SK à Conakry (Si, sisi)
Oh chaley, mon ami (mon ami)
Oh yeah (oh) Oh yeah (yeah!)
And we gon’ make a million dollars

SK à Conakry (Rien qu’une évolution)
Oh chaley, mon ami (C’est l’Africain)
Oh yeah Oh yeah (Rime Trafiquant)
And we gon’ make a million dollars

SK à Conakry (Rien qu’une évolution)
Oh chaley, mon ami (C’est l’Africain)
Oh yeah Oh yeah (Rime Trafiquant)
And we gon’ make a million dollars
(Eh! Da M)
And we gon’ make a million dollars (Eh! Da M
And we gon’ make a million dollars (Haha)
Yeah…