V-Nasty - Pray for my city [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: V-nasty] Hey, What's the Murder rate right now? Matter of fact, turn this song off, go on the internet, and look at East Oakland murder rate right now....

[Verse 1: V-nasty]
This shit is getting crazy
8 people shot and a 8 year old baby
My prays go to your family
High roller
I don't know you but this damaged me
Its hurts to see what them cameras see
Another boy got shot a week ago
He was only 3, and
Y all know this feels
Everyone I grew with is getting killed
I don't think I can handle it
Everywhere
It's a bottle
It's a candle lit
In the city and the siege
Every time I turn around they screaming RP
My Bruhs locked up so I'm always yelling free
Watching channel 2 will make you hate TV
I miss all my bruhs
I'd give all this up
Just to see little Nertie and give him a hug
Fuck the INTERNET they don't know V
They think I'm a gimmick slide through the east
See how many real motherfuckers fuck with me
If you don't like it
Oh well
Don't fuck with me

[V-nasty to Fab] Hey Fab Man, let them know what's up in these streets man and, I know mommas is stressing out, kids fighting life and shit

[Fab to v-nasty] V, I feel you

[V-nasty to fab] This shit ain't cool bruh

[Fab to v-nasty] This some real shit

[Verse 2: Mistah Fab]

They say this city lost
No-one to lead them from the evil
They blame the Anti-Christ
Oh shit
I blame the people
You know them OGs in the 80s
Man thats so D the messages like Brodie
Pimped our mommas left us lonely
I grew up without no daddy
My momma smoking rocks
All my brothers selling crack
Man all my brothers man they lock
In this city got some killer cops
Now these niggas killing cops
See the under civil war
I wonder when will the killing stop
Praying for Mr little
I hope he pulling through
If something happen to my daughter
I don't know what I would do
Man if you don't know the struggle
Then you don't know the pain
How you come from appearing when they're trying to have you slain
This shit should have had you crazy
Fuckin up your brain
I done cried came down like rain
Moment of silence
Show pity
Somebody bow down and pray for my city