Текст песни 125 Part 4 (Finale) (Joell Ortiz) с переводом

Yeah, dear Lord, why do I feel how I feel?

I could move a thousand bundles of krills (uh-huh)

I could hit the lottery for a mil', money no longer make me smile

It’s wild, stress hurt like buryin your first child

I’m really losin my drive to do this music

If it don’t happen after this, I’m through wit it (done)

25, still live at my mom crib, two kids

Ever heard that sayin «So smart you’re stupid»?

That’s me, fourteen and change on my S.A.T.'s

Chose the project over college, what a fuck up

On the block hollerin at bitches like «Fuck you, you stuck up»

But what could a shorty see in a jerk, I’m there when she leave

I’m there when she get back from work, what am I worth? (huh?)

Dennis said my pen could get me out the P’s

But he been away for five, so he don’t see what I see

Mom’s like «Turn that down, I can’t hear my TV (shit)

Worryin about them beats, I ain’t raised no deadbeats!

Better find you an application boy, get up on your feet»

Though Mickie-D's was dirty, my rhyme book was neat

Plus I inked my heart and soul in them sheets

But uhh, holla at me though (word) I’m so unhappy yo

Don’t wanna be the dude in the barbershop that coulda made it (nah)

In a cypher with young boys spittin shit that’s outdated

And them niggas walkin away like homie was overrated

Life ain’t a bitch, life is life and I hate it

Never tried suicide, I ain’t got the heart to pull it

Know your brain feel pain when it’s stained by that bullet (whoa)

I don’t wanna live, yet I don’t wanna die (die)

And have God say «You was about to do it Joell, why?» (why)

Daddy, do you even care that yo' boy is still alive?

Ain’t seen you since '83, hello to you too (damn)

Guess I was unimportant, and you had to do you

Sad that I had to guess, that just added to my stress

Moms did her best, naw fuck that! I don’t get it

How could you just go and forget that I existed? (your son)

Guess I’m not like you, cause I ain’t a punk (nope)

I don’t run away from problems, I solve 'em and man up

Mom’s said I got a step-brother named Jamell

A older sister as well, forgot her name

Why did we never meet? I was the only child (uh-huh)

Who wasn’t an only child (uh-huh) who felt lonely, wow (wow)

How can I tell my sons about a grandpa I ain’t know?

I’m done with you yo, next topic

I miss you James, I seen your daughters last month, they gettin big (yeah)

I know you surprised in heaven that Yvette had a kid (ha ha)

Wish we could sip, one more blue-y together

In that RX-7, niggas smelt like gas (ha ha)

Still we hopped in the pool, shopped off and harass

P.A. ain’t the same without you

Whenever me and P.O. get bent, that’s my word, we think about you

Rollin up your sleeve, that’s when we knew you was drunk

Remember that time your armpit had that yellowish stuff? (ha ha)

What the fuck was that? Be proud of me, I’m comin up in rap

Just waitin on my dough, you know the biz

What up with Miz? Tell that nigga I said whattup

DeVon gettin better in B-ball, his tall ass tryin' dunk

Through this gift right here, I promise to stay in touch

One, when will this bus come? Been waitin on this ride for years (years)

All my shirts is stiff, from the driest tears

What the fuck? I’m nice, the world need to know

The comments on HipHopGame say «Honestly, he should blow» (Joell)

All these meetings is lame, every one is the same (where we goin?)

I pop in my demo and everyone goes insane

Walk out the buildin, head higher than cocaine

Only for me to never ever hear from them again (damn)

That’s why I contemplate puttin my pen away

But I don’t, cause muh’fuckers did the same shit to Jay (word)

Coincidence? Nah, I don’t believe in those

Shit happens for a reason, if this was meant, I’ll know

What do I got to do Lord? My songs is tight (uh-huh)

My shows is jam-packed, I’m hip-hop's anthrax (sick)

Nobody can touch me but I’m still in the hood

How could you leave me around danger when your boy’s this good?

Patience is a virtue but enough is enough

By the time I get on I’ll be too tired to celebrate

Yeah I know I’m lyin, I’ll wake up when I get that cake (ha ha)

First thing I’ll cop is a plane ticket and skate (fly)

I don’t care where, just far away from here (gone)

Turn my phone off, unfold my beach chair and just stare

(Look at this shit) Like hell yeah, life

Told you we twinkle our toes in the sand that’s white

Last one to the ocean is weak

And swim in the water that’s clear enough to stand up and see your feet

But that’s only if, if «If» was a CEO

We’d all have a deal (huh) we’d all sell a mil' (word)

I’m talkin to underdogs who feel how I feel

Well y’all can’t feel how I feel, but you know what I mean

Right now I can only write about the things I’ve seen

Sounds sad but, I could fit that in a sixteen

The furthest I’ve been was L.A. for a couple of days

Can’t front, the plane was smoother than the front of the train (ha ha)

But anyway, everything ain’t okay

I’m tryin live for today, but tomorrow’s a repeat of yesterday

Same shit, different Pamper

Another letdown, but they disguise it this time with a different answer

The game’s scared to gamble and they know I’m nice

How you gon' double up yo' dough if you don’t roll them dice?

It’s a 50/50 chance, but in my case, it’s 99 to 1 (one)

The one’s what I’m gon' say when I’m done havin fun with these tracks

Cause yes, it’s so so easy

Like readin the Good Book in a room with no TV

No I’m not braggin, just a confident kid

That ain’t reapin the benefits he deserved for conquerin this

This meanin the crowd (crowd) the art (art)

Hip-Hop itself, I am +The One+, Neo is my son

People, I’m from the bottom just like you

If you ain’t from the bottom, no offense but are not who I write to (nah)

I’m the underdog’s underdog, I love the odds (love 'em)

Joy feels so much better when the road was hard (ahh)

I can’t wait, literally

I’m the epitome of what a real MC nigga should be

Follow me (Joell Ortiz)

Cooper Projects man, Williamsburg, Bushwick

Green Point, Queens man, Corona man

Elmhearst, anywhere on the BQE man

That’s mine man, Block Royal!