Текст песни Boy (BLKD) с переводом

«Boy ano, basketball!»

«Neknek mo, gabi na»

«Bakit, duwag ka?»

Sarap ng tulog ko so peaceful

May sumipa sa pinto may dalang mga pistol

Cops wanna pop us like we’re pimples

But we’re people, repeat the ritual

Kahit handang sumuko, pinutok agad

Pagkatutok yun ang utos ng pinuno

Mga naka all black pati mask

Pasensiya na kung naka-olaps nanghoholdap talaga

Naglalakad na nagso-social media na tanga

Pagkalike ng pic, tinutukan ko ng ice pick

Napaihi sa mata, amin na relo mong init sa mata

Sabe niya kuya kakabili ko lang kanina

I don’t give a fuck akin na

Pamilya ko walang kakainin

Kanin na inuulam sa asin

Bigay mo na bago kita sapakin

Pagkapera ‘lam ko na agad ang gagawin

Doon sa ‘di mahangin

Mata lakas titig na

Okay, magti-trip kakaiba kalas buo ng mga makina

Yung pader ng kapitbahay laging humaharang sa akin ah

Tulog na rin sila pwede tong wasakin ah

Syempre pagkapasok gamit niyo ay akin na

Watchlist at hitlist, nasa isang pahina

Nakahiga at basa na sa pula huli kong panaginip yun pala

1×1 ko lang naiwan sa ina

1×1 lang naiwan ko tangina

Hoy, boy, alam mo ba usap usapan samin

Wag pakalat-kalat baka damputin ka sa ilalim

Mahirap na pag napuwing ka

Wag ka kakaba-kaba baka ma-uling ka

Kala mo lotto kung mamili ng panalo

Tumbang preso ang laro, ika’y pamato

Sabi ko sayo wag ka pakalat kalat jan kase pag sinumpong ang kupal baka

mapaglaruan

Kapit sa patalim, galaw pailalim

Umaasang maitawid ang gutom ko, gabi-gabi

Kayod-kalabaw, di baleng ako’y uhaw

Sardinas laman ng plato kahit dami ng ampao

Ang naipon, madumi palad

Pero malinis pag likom

Baka nagkamali ka lang, nako hindi po

Ako yon, biglang nagtikom

Ang labi, nagising katabi ko ginawang hipon

Bakit sa dami-dami, tanong ko lagi bakit

Mag-ingat sa pag duro, ang nuno dilat palagi

Pulupukutan ng hudas, mga sabik umarit

Ako yung pawis pero parang sila yung naka gamit

Narinig ko yung sirena, nako anjan na sila

Nakasuot na ng asul pero may mantsa ng pula

Kung ‘di mo pa ‘ko kilala, alyas Silva nga pala

Tinapon lang sa Pasay, pero sa impyerno dinala

Tang inang pulis, ano ang aking kasalanan?

Wag niyo nga 'kong bino-boy, meron akong pangalan!

Bakit yung iba napakilala ng husto?

Hindi man lang ginalang ang aking pagiging tao

Alyas «Mata» nga ika daw ng inyo ngang tawagin

Dahil nakatungo at masama tumingin

Edad kwarentay-singko tulad ng iyong baril

Kaya pinutok kasi di agad nagpasiil

Ano ba ang hawak niyong pruweba laban sa akin?

Kung aking boses sa inyo’y pag sisinungaling

‘Di naman manlalaban wala 'kong patalim

Bakit ba ang hilig niyo mantrip diyan sa madilim

Ni-magnakaw nga di ko kayang sikmurain

Sa tingin niyo ba na kaya ko iyon gawin?

Namalik-mata, hindi mo na akalain

Kasalanan nga pala mapagkamalang adik

Hindi ba tulak-tulak ang inyong tinitimbog

Porket sa lansangan lang lumaki at nahubog

Bakit pinapatay? Pwede naman na ikulong

Ang salot sa bayan, nasan nga ba’ng katarungan?

Sa ngayon ang hustisya ay nabibili

Aking buhay sa inyo ko pa lilimusin

Alipustahin, papaslangin niyo lang ang taong bayan

Hindi ba kayo binabayaran?

Boom! Shock attack! Tatlong Boy na batak

Na raw ang natutumba ng mga kupal na parak

Sa may amin 'sang linggo, baka raw pagkalito

Ani Kap (What?) mukhang nakatumbok sa akin ‘to

Animo, eenie meenie miney mo ang bira

Mga may alyas na iisa, inisa-isa

Basta ba’t matuluyan tunay na nakalista

Damay-damay na, kahit pa, walang matira? (Ha?)

Tira-tirang pagkain, sira-sirang tirahan

May takot pang tirahin ng mga siga-sigaan

Gawa-gawang hidwaan dagdag sa mga pasakit

Tulak ng kahirapan kaya napapagamit

Bakit? Trabahong atang sa‘min kakayanin ba

Ng puyat gutom na katawang-lupang mainda?

Hindi naman sa pagpapalusot

Kabuhayan nga patayan na, patayan pa sagot?

Kamalian ba’y maitatama ng kamalian?

Mga mamamatay-adik adik sa kapangyarihan

Bullets sa listahan, cash sa sobre

Timbangan ng batas nawawala na sa korte

Wala nang posas-posas, dapat na bang matodas

Namamasada lang naman ng bente-kwatro oras

Sobra na sila! Kailangan nang mag-alsa…

Balutan nang mag-anak malayo sa pangamba

«Hey Boy, let’s play basketball»

«Your ass we will, it’s already night!»

«Why, are you scared?»

I was sleeping so good, so peacefully

When someone kicked the door down, packing pistols

Cops wanna pop us like we’re pimples

But we’re people repeat the ritual

Even if we surrender, they shoot us right away

Sticking their guns in our faces, that’s the boss’s orders

Wearing all black plus masks

Sorry, but when you’re high it’s easy to stick up

Those fools walking around looking at social media on their phones

When he liked a picture I held him up with an icepick

He pissed himself from his eyes

Give me that, and that watch that’s so eye-catching

He said, brother, I just bought this today

I don’t give a fuck. Give it to me, my family got nothing to eat

Just rice garnished with salt

Give it to me before I hit you

When I get the cash I know just what to do

Go somewhere without a breeze

Eyes staring hard, okay I’ll be trippin

The high is different, I’ll be chopping up machine parts

My neighbor’s fence always gets in the way

They’re all asleep, now I can wreck it

Of course when I slip in, your shit’s mine

The police watchlist and hitlist is the same page

Now I’m flat on my back, my last dreams were wet with red

Turns out, a 1×1 photo is all that I left my mom

All I left was a 1×1 photo, motherfucker

Hoy, boy, do you know the gossip in our town?

Don’t go running around, they just might pick you up from the bottom

Take care not to get a speck in your eye

Or the next thing you know you’re nothing but coal

It’s like the lottery, the way they pick winners

Like the can-and-slipper game, and you’re the throwing pawn

I told you don’t be running around because

If you’re not careful, those fuckers might decide to play with you

Clutching a knife’s blade in desperation

Move quietly in the dark

Hoping to ease my hunger each and every night

Like a carabao on the plow, doesn’t matter if I’m thirsty

Sardines on my plate even if the rice is stale

That has been saved, dirty palms

But my work is clean

You must be mistaken, no sir, it ain’t me

Suddenly they gagged my mouth

Woke up, the person beside me was headless (shrimp)

Why me when there’s so many others, I always ask why

Be careful who you point at, demons are always watching

Surrounded by multiple Iscariots itching to betray

I’m sweating but it’s like they’re the ones who smoked it

I hear the sirens, oh no, they’re here

Wearing uniforms of blue but stained with red

If you don’t know my name yet, my nickname’s Boy Silva

They threw my corpse in Pasay but dragged me off to hell

Motherfucking cop, what’s my crime?

Don’t call me Boy, I have a name

How come the other targets were well known

But they didn’t even respect my humanity

My nickname’s ‘Boy Eye', that’s how they know me supposedly

Because my chin’s up and I’ll stare you down

My age is 45, just like your pistol

That’s why they shot me because I didn’t let myself be pinned down so easily

What proof do you have against me?

If everything I say is just lies

I didn’t fight back, I didn’t have a knife

Why do you like trippin' on us in the dark

I can’t even stomach stealing

Do you think I can do this?

Mistaken identity, You wouldn’t think

It’s a crime to be taken for a drug addict

Why are you targeting drug pushers

Just because they grew up hardened on the streets?

Why kill when you can jail

Menace to society, where is justice?

Justice can be bought these days

Now I have to beg you for my life

Degrading and slaying the people

Aren’t you being paid for this?

Boom! Shock attack! Three notorious Boys

Have already been killed by those fucking cops

Last week, it seems that there was some confusion

Kap said (What?), that the cops might be looking for me

They target people like playing eenie-meenie-miney-mo

People with the same nicknames mowed down one-by-one

They’ll find their target no matter what

Doesn’t matter if others get dragged in, even if there’s no one left (Ha?)

We live scraps of food, in wrecked homes

Now we fear running up against cops who throw their weight around

Add a trumped-up war to our suffering

It’s the wages of poverty, that’s why they’ve allowed themselves to (be) use (d)

Why? Can the backbreaking jobs you leave us

Be endured by sleep-deprived, hungry earthly flesh?

Not to justify anything

But if earning a living is already a killer, why should killing be the answer?

Can wrongs be righted by another wrong?

The addict-killers are addicted to power

Bullets on the list, cash in the envelopes

The scales of justice have disappeared from the courts

No need for handcuffs, is it right to execute immediately?

When all we’re doing is working the streets for twenty-four hours

It’s too much! We need to revolt…

Wrap it up, to take our loved ones away from all this terror