Текст песни This Is My Life (Reef the Lost Cauze) с переводом

In the December of '81, way before rhyme was relevant

A child was born during a winter storm to Evelyn

My pops was Eddie, I don’t really think he was ready

The nigga left me damn near as I came out the belly

From what they tell me from day one, I have always been heavy

Now weight wise, they say I have been here already

I’m starting to believe 'em

Sparking my weed and I’m coughing and wheezing

I talk with demons

Ghost and gremlins, swear to God I see 'em

In the back of my mind, I travel back and through time

When I was nine and I would practice this rhyme

But my step pops said «Stop, or get your head popped.»

If I did not I swear ock, he put me in headlocks

My feet dangling, just kicking his thighs

He’s 6'2″, I’m 3'5, eye to eye we knee high

See I, got pain bottled up so deep

And so much stress it’s like my first CD on repeat

Number nine when I rhyme and these herbs see me

Up on stage with all this rage, they like, «Hey look at Reef.»

Then I’m okay but when I lay at the end of the day

I’m dealing with grown man issues and I’m still underage

Under paid and overworked, I feel like I’m worthless

I kept these facts under wraps and now I pull back the curtains

To my situation, reverses these verses shall serve the purpose

Of cleansing my soul until it’s dirtless!

Yo

You don’t know what it’s like to be me

This is my life

And y’all swear I got it so easy

This is my life

But you don’t know the half believe me

The pain in my heart exceeds me, ask my nigga Sleep E

This is my life

So much stress, ain’t nothing changed dawg

This is my life

So I get high until my brain’s gone

This is my life

Until the pains gone, the same song then plays on in my head

Making my days long

This is my life

I stare at these questions

My rhymes are my homework

Comparing these lessons

Preparing for my weekly therapy sessions

Aggression and anger

Combined with a weak mind, that’s danger

The eyes of a painter trying to paint the eyes of a stranger

That’s why it’s hard for me to open my heart

When those that I let in just stepped in and broke in my heart

Not just women but those that claim to be my niggas

Pseudo fake father figure dudes, I figured you

Would try to reach me

Eventually you’ll try and leave me

But why did you leave me?

The only question to you I pose

I’m okay but I’m still alive, trying to survive

In this holocaust maze, spend my days in a daze

Wanting to fly away

It’s hard to stay focused

When these jokers in your face just to get paid

But yet my pockets is still flat

My knowledge is still intact but as years go by dawg I feel that

I’ll never make it

Record exec’s like «You're not good enough kid, face it.»

The next stop, hip hop sanctum

My mother’s basement

Remembering the good ole' days, I can’t take it

The possibility I never sign a deal

It didn’t matter now that I’m getting older

It’s getting colder I need a shield

A career, year two

I have to be known as the greatest rapper

Since the other two or massacred

At least they were famous

I’m popular to you but everywhere else I’m nameless

I guess that’s how the game is

The older I get, the younger I wish I still was

No longer deal drugs

But still get high to feel love

I’m real buzzed for a minute then it

Begins to escape me

These demons I push behind are forcing themselves to face me

Maybe I’m crazy

No I think I’m too sane for my own good

I know I zone hoods to find what makes me

Spit like this

And tick like that

And I flip like that

And if I fall I get right back

On the right track until I’m dead gone

But the only tracks are follow are the ones in my headphones

Yo

This 9 to 5 grind got my mind losing it’s juices

Come inside and you’ll find

That even though I’m popular and I know how to rhyme

Everything ain’t what it seems, I just know how to lie

To my peers for years but I can no longer hide

To that man in the mirror and when I look in his eyes

I see a child who has no idea of what he’s doing

Sometimes I wonder if this music will only lead to my ruin

What I’m pursing is to get rich

Doing rap songs

Old heads saying, «You ain’t that strong

You need something to fall back on.»

Here’s the dilemma

Losing life or become a winner

End up a working class stiff or flip back to sinner

Either way I feel the saga will never conclude

You need to know my views before you step in my shoes

My life’s become a full scale trauma of mass confusion

I have yet to scratch the surface, already I’m disillusioned

So either you part of the problem or offer a solution

Cause I people I used to love are now considered nuisances

It’s been proven

You dudes got no love for me

You place me on a pedestal and pull the rug from under me

It’s kind of sick these cowards will build my confidence

Only to hide their dominant prescience of their incompetence

It’s not that I’m being selfish, I’m not trying to share the wealth

But please don’t act like you ain’t in my life for yourself

I’m a rhyme stand out

Niggas hands out

They wanna kick it

Ride my back like Amtrak and I’m they ticket

Check your bags at the door along with your ego

Cause it wasn’t till The High Life that I talk to you people

Now I walk with you people

All of a sudden niggas acting like cousins and brothers

Motherfucker you play a part of nothing

Waiting for the moment for my career to start jumping

So you can be right there when the cheese begins to cutting

Here’s a percentage

Get the fuck away from me I’m finished

The jig is up

Give it up, just stop pretending

What a tangled web we weave

Got me trapped in the nonsense

But I will no longer ignore my conscious