Текст песни Polaris (Ursa Major) с переводом

Nothing really changed round here

I tried to stay the same round here

We been lookin' up to the stars (right?)

We the real stars round here

Learn for yourself, don’t trust what they discussin'

Like: I had to read to learn Uncle Tom wasn’t

2nd grade portrait, black was the wrong color

Art teacher turned her eyes, guess the truth was too awkward

Swore I was the man for at least two summers

Invites to bat mitzvahs, yarmulkes made custom

A titans I clashed cultures, coming of age wondrous

Black girls I wanted fronted, seen these white girl numbers

On my phone, Same as mike, who we buried before diplomas

Oscar nominees, learned to smile while we was hurtin'

Earning superlatives while dad was at the corner

Like a boxer, not a dealer dealing with round 2 of lymphoma

Is it over, is it over? Too faded to watch the fight

Catchin Sportscenter highlights after living my nights

I guess it must why I like Simba and Batman

We was all kids prepping for life without dad

Nothing really changed round here

I tried to stay the same round here

We been lookin' up to the stars (right?)

We the real stars round here

(It be like)

Star light, star bright

The first star I see tonight

I wish I may, I wish I might!

Have the wish I wish tonight

Let me see some stars tonight, make sure that my bars are tight

Make sure that my flow is finer than the china I can’t buy

Who knows, maybe I’ll get signed

Pay for my studio time

Ghost write for my favorite artists, trust me homie I won’t mind

Cuz Im sick, and I’m tired, wanna start before retiring

I got bars, I be rhyming, switch it up like Dennis Rodman

Took my first steps out in gotham

Nobody wants to be Robin

By myself, one man mob

Ton of thorns like billy bob

Looking up I see the stars, but these days they just seem so far

For a… Son of a foreigner

Who was the seed of a farmer

Peaceful guy, wouldn’t harm a

Fly, but these times are harder

Scar tissue forming that i can’t runaway from

Never been a liar, been too honest from my day one

Scared to be a father cuz i wasn’t such a great son

Nothing really changed round here

I tried to stay the same round here

We been lookin' up to the stars (right?)

We the real stars round here

Tell me bout the stars you seein' from city buildings

When every dream is billed, and all you see are your limits

Me and my affiliates we came to a consensus

We ain’t like the safe route, we do it a lil different

You doin' this for riches or doin it for the women?

I need to know your motives before we gettin' to business

Cuz the weak fold like cards when doubts get in their crevice

Cuz I’m not wasting bars on drinkers who don’t know limits

Im all about my lyrics, you know it by what I’m spitting

Im sinning in every step but I’m movin' towards redemption

This isn’t my best, but snippets of whats to come

Too smart for my own good, wishin' that i was dumb

Nas album is done, he told me start a label

I did it with all my brothers, my middle name is Abel

So far from stable, they thinkin' I’d be embarrassed

Why you always lookin' up? Cuz I’m lookin' for Polaris

They ask me how I’m doin, «surviving» is my recent answer/

I got a college degree and dad’s got cancer/

You see, something always stops you when you couldn’t get happier

So all things considered, my recent answer is a decent answer

Surviving…

Death coming quick, so I’m trying to live faster

Lookin' at my past, remindin' myself I’m past it

Heart on my sleeve, hope that still in fashion

Cuz I have no time to change, and nothing else to match it

No rest for the weary

And everyone’s aware what the other person’s wearing

It seems clear my seams ain’t Milan or Paris/

But based on my apparel, my nonchalance is apparent

These days, I fear becoming my own parents

Growing up’s an art, one that I’ve already mastered

There’s pain in my paintbrush there’s passion in my pastels

Didn’t invent honesty, but i got the patents

Far from superficial but, tell me where the cash is

Cuz right now I’m so po (or), call me kung fu panda

Sippin' on a malta, thinkin on manana

Winners rite history, what losers rite dnt matter

This is game of thrones, all eyes on the castle

Tryna see some cubans, got me feeling like the mavericks

Do you hear the underdog in my undertones?

The heart and soul of a poet never thrown a bone?

Never left alone wen everything is goin' wrong

I put on…

My headphones and my best colognes

Nd I’m Flowin:

Steady as the beatin drum

Kokoum on metronome

Like to tell it how it is

Not so much «I told u so»

Martin don’t have dreams no more

Marvin knows what’s goin on

I don’t wanna be «The One», can i be the oracle?

Or rather

Start a rally right in Bill O’Reilly’s home

A near riot with white kids full of violence

Inspired by a spiritual, but blame it on a rap song

Let a class of child soldiers marchin, all tag along

Wit a giant poster sayin «Bill, you were right all along»

I be hearin' no, more than I be hearin' yes/

But that’s only because of all the voices in my head/

Can’t pay my debts, but I can pay my respects/ Rest in peace to any and all

regrets/

Makin' music not excuses, me and all my friends/ if I die music dies too,

Ritchie Valens

I see it all clear, no need for corrective lens/

Treat my future like it happened I be using the past tense/

Had a fall out with some boys, they was on some Pete Wentz

You can’t classify me, I’m cutting class again/

Yes yes, college’s ferris bueller/

Refuse to suffer lectures if I can find it on google/

Helped jocks get smarter, no tutor/

Help thugs aim higher, no ruger/

Help nerds get cooler/

Help men get green without becoming lex luther/

Help promiscuous women be a lil more prudent/

Helping you helps me be a lil more human/

So you don’t help nothin' when u choose to stay stupid/

This for the kids who told me who I wasn’t black enough/

For the bougie girls in wack clubs, who declined all of my polite requests for

them to back it up

Are you in front or behind it? No frontin' when the cameras on I’m outside my

comfort zone, I kinda like it tho

My mind knows no limits like its racin' on the Autobahn

Nothin more than a vignette

Of a grown kid still wonderin: are we there yet

So… Are we there yet? Are we close?

How do we get it without steppin' on toes?

My inner alcoholic wants to skip to the toast

And my soul wants to be Free like the BET host

I wish a lot of things, but that I was deaf most

Cuz my life don’t compare to my favorite Mos Def quotes

As of late…