VI Seconds - Cream [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[produced by FazeTheGreat]

[Intro]
Red
Some of y'all may disagree with me on this
But it is how I feel
And I'm a man that always says what he feels
And I'm also a man of my word
Let's talk

[Verse 1]
It never pays to be a slave
Yet these niggas spending money to be put back in chains
Ignorant minds hypnotized by the mighty dollar
The spell of the dead president overwhelming the brain
Better yet the brainless, the prideful turn shameless
The change of getting change has our people making changes
And yet none are for the better
It's all about bettering self and no other with your cheddar
It's pitiful ain't it?
For the sake of paying in funds, the peaceful's ripping a stainless
It's pitiful ain't it?
When violence for green is what your whole new aim is
Ain't it some shit? When this is what we're living for
Walking on some bullshit like a hoard of minotaurs
Or basketball fans from Chicago
For the dream of seven figures, several niggas get hostile

[Hook]
See, cash ruins every one around me
Niggas die for that dollar, dollar bill y'all
It will break you down and may not rebuild y'all
That cream, that cream, that cream
Cash ruins everyone around me
Niggas die for that dollar, dollar bill y'all
It will break you down and may not rebuild y'all
That cream, that cream, that cream
But these are my people
Dollar, dollar bill y'all
But these are my people
It will break you down and may not rebuild y'all
But these are my people
Dollar, dollar bill y'all
These are my people
That's cream

[Verse 2]
You see, the power of funds
The green devil can cause a mother's neglect of her son
The thought of digits, the dollar can snatch a father from son
The sense of profit can burn a soul as hot as the sun
A hint of money can cause a blunder when chasing the sum
Understand that a small mind corrupts with just one
A beautiful life can be taking with the aim of a gun
For what? A hunger for presidents? Savagery surely's begun
Tons of civilians stained
With the colour that matters more than the blood in their veins
The shame, that's befalling our fellow people
Is ironically not heard of because we don't speak it's evil
Although I regret it, and I'm sending out this message
I'm a hypocrite because I gotta get it
The paper thin ? bringing motive's so cold
And although I fight against it, I'm still in it's control

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Cash has a collective of people that's it ruined
Myself being included, we all walked amongst the ruined
Walk amongst the ruins of what we held dear
Shattered pieces of peace, I won't even rest my head here
I feel self-loathing for letting money hold power
To live the life of the sweet I've gotta gather something so sour
To live the life of the big others gotta feel small
To climb up the social ladder I cause other's falls
Like, is money talking for me now? Have I been rendered voiceless?
Am I a fucking disgrace? Cos I strangely enjoy it
See, money talks, money talks, people go silent
Since money talks, if money says it, people go all violent
I'm disgusted by the thought of it, there's no way I'm about it
But I'll suffer life with hardship if I go on with out it
Guess I'm conflicted cos I love the high life
But hate the fact that getting it's gonna come at a high price

[Hook]