Текст песни Trapped (w/ Kardinal Offishall And Daville) (Promoe) с переводом

People don’t know what’s going on dawg… Imma' let you know what’s going on.

People in my hood’s trapped! — inna the ghetto…

Poor people — inna the ghetto…

Rich people — inna the ghetto…

All people — oh lord…

I’m trapped behind the metal fence in this tenament yard

It’s not permanent but it’s cyclical when your life is so hard

I ain’t never left the hood further than a hundred miles

Where I stay, We got broken dreams and cracks in the tiles

I see them white folks as the bus drives through

They only visit when they need a vial of coke for their crew

Or a stash of that ganjah that me sell, we can manger

They pull up in their 600 next to my honda

And for a second I see into their life

Trips to the Virgin islands with their two kids and a wife

No slum lord, crack heads and hookers on the track

Just desperate housewives worrying about if thet’re getting fat

Poppin' a couple pills — I got pills to pay!

Four kids, four baby mothers who ain’t got shit to say

Exept when I’m gonna get this? when I’m gonna get that?

If you don’t get it then yo you better get strapped

This is my life, No kids, no wife, no stress

Trapped — Can’t see my schackles and chains

But I’m trapped — from the front and the back of my brain

Well from ghetto to ghetto — back yard to yard

We tear it up, yall breakin' down all the bars

Trapped — Can’t see my schackles and chains

But I’m trapped — from the front and the back of my brain

Wether rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief

We all stuck and lookin' to get released… from that trap

Trapped — behind the picket fence and the decadence

Deep underneath my lost innocence and the ignorance

Mos’s a housewife, daddy’s a business man

Don’t know much 'bout black culture, but I’ve got the new 50 cent

That’s how I know that they’re different

See the crooks when I’m in town lookin' just how they picture them

I cross the street, see the looks, hear them whisperin'…

Gotta rush back to the burbs and the safety of my residence

Of my segre… gated community

Later for human beings, later for you and me

To be eye to eye and to slice the pie in love and piece and unity

You heard right — I ain’t giving up my birth tonight

And the cops in my pocket, true indeed

I’m a future politician or a lobbyist

A CEO I see the road — lined with gold — it’s obvious

I got it figured out: I’m scared & I ain’t getting out

So I made it like you ain’t getting out the prison system ever now

Trapped — Can’t see my schackles and chains

But I’m trapped — from the front and the back of my brain

Well from ghetto to ghetto — back yard to yard

We tear it up, yall breakin' down all the bars

Trapped — Can’t see my schackles and chains

But I’m trapped — from the front and the back of my brain

Wether rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief

We all stuck and lookin' to get released

Well it’s like mentally we’re stuck in the ghetto

And physically we’re stuck in the ghetto

So we’re trying to find ourself a way out of the ghetto

But no matter where we turn it’s like we stuck in the ghetto

And mi crying for help, but there’s no one to help

We turn to the bigger heads — the bigga heads them resent

We no waan see we free from mental slavery

As election come the ballot box them a send we

But you haffi know how fi trod in the ghetto

Can’t cross certain borders inna the ghetto

But I know I’m lookin' forward to a better tomorrow

Cus I tell myself I gotta get out of the ghetto

Got to get out… the ghetto — it’s like we framed in a mind frame…

Got to get out… — somebody playin' a mindgame

…the ghetto — let me know who behind them…

Gotta get out… — cus I’m sure that they hidin'

…the ghetto — behind their own fences…

Gotta get out… — monitored by their own lences

…the ghetto — the shit is senseless

I’m Trapped — Can’t see my schackles and chains

But I’m trapped — from the front and the back of my brain

Well from ghetto to ghetto — back yard to yard

We tear it up, yall breakin' down all the bars

Trapped — Can’t see my schackles and chains

But I’m trapped — from the front and the back of my brain

Wether rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief

We all stuck and lookin' to get released

Allright, allright…

Got to get out… the ghetto

Got to get out… the ghetto

Get out the ghetto!

Got to get out…- get out the ghetto

…the ghetto — get out the…, get out the…, get out the…, get out!!!

Got to get out… the ghetto

Перевод песни Trapped (w/ Kardinal Offishall And Daville)