Текст песни We Need to Talk About Adil (Adil Omar) с переводом

Pink Floyd while I’m kicking in my mother’s belly

Pushed out the same birthday as Trent Reznor

May 17th, 1991

On a line between calm and intense pressure

A psychic present had a true vision

She said that I would be a musician

And the truth is really stranger than fiction

Synesthesia, seeing sounds, seeing colors

Lights bright, thoughts loud and my speech stutter

Survived the kinda darkness I don’t need to utter

Rhymes cutting like a knife, like the beat is butter

Before I could speak, you’d never catch me dead singing

Till I heard 'em Ring Ding Dong’in

«Keep Their Heads Ringing»

I was 8 when I became obsessed

Knew that I would be the greatest but there came a test

And my story begins with rap’s cardinal sin

Of being born into money

Even though we lost it all when I was 12

By the time I was 10, I was torn into 20

Dad’s dead body in the TV room

A couple thousand people at his funeral

Seven months pass, another long knife

Me and my sister had to save our mom’s life

Frothing at the mouth, mid seizure

Encephalitis, epilepsy and amnesia

I had only turned 11

Turned to the rhyme book just to burn aggression

And every fucking person told me that I couldn’t do it

From my friends, to my teachers, to my family

Made a vow that I would honor and be good at music

To retain whatever pieces of my sanity

And everything I had to have, I had to write for it

And you appreciate it more when you fight for it

I gave my entire fucking life for it

I stayed up every fucking night for it

Grandparents riding all the lightning

Third time, exiles and indictments

Leaving us smack in the middle of this land to survive

In the wild, it is frightening

Living in the middle of the jungle

Single mother in the middle of recovery

Working three jobs to get by

So the children don’t go hungry

Living next door to the big house

Born to a generation of addicts

Big family, run like an industry

Conflict, devastation and panic

Swinging pendulum of poverty and wealth

Tragedy and triumph, novelty and depth

And my chase for the success

All of this been escape from a young death

Promise, Mother, I will be the one to change things

I am gonna make it right and do some great things

Word to B-Real

If I could be real with all my imperfections as an artist

That’s when we heal

Fuck school, I was in and outta like seven

Dropping out for the dream was the right method

It was time to make my own decision

Create my own lane, or embrace a lonely prison

Nobody else was gonna do it, had to take a risk

I took the only thing my father left me

Almost a hundred grand to sail a ship

This is all or nothing, do it with the will of a kamikaze pilot

Even if it means I’mma crash, I’mma burn

I’mma learn, I’mma earn, fucker, I’mma body my shit

Went to LA to exhibit my skills

On the real, what’s the deal, but got taken for a ride instead

19 without a safety net beyond this

Feeling violated, part of me wishing that I was dead

Turned celebrity back home

Journalists and media start politicizing me

My entire being taken out of context

Many demonizing, doing more than criticizing me

Threats against my life from misunderstandings

Neck deep in this chaotic shit, what’s fucking happening?

All of this feeling foolish and embarrassing

2012, I had a goon for a manager (let's be honest)

And even when he screwed us over

Had his back for him (still love you tho)

While the government was shutting down our platforms

(kholo ban)

So if you were making music, you were truly stuck

In this bubble, couldn’t breathe, and you were truly fucked

Electrocuted in the shower and I nearly perished

Pushed me closer to the one thing I really cherished

Kept my hustle up, kept my muscle up

Broke as fuck, but I never used another crutch

Kept momentum as a bold shaker and mover

Rap wasn’t enough, became my own favorite producer

Stayed evolving and expanding my horizons

Dropping knowledge on the canvas like a titan

And since 9, I always threw up, sick

Vocabulary of a poet, truly, you suck dick

If you dismiss me, because you think I grew up rich

That’s only half true, and doesn’t mean I grew up bitch

So ahead of my time, the world ain’t caught up

So ahead of my rhyme, a quantum chain-link

A mad genius creating in my own lab

Infinite versions of me doing the same thing

All eyes, but I’m 2Pac-istani/Too Pakistani

So they still in fear

If I was black or white by fucking 25

I’d have been a millionaire

Never boneless in my character

Prince in Bani Gala, but been homeless in America

They ain’t getting down like this

Name anything that sound like this

Sonic Mongol on a pillage

And do it all from a village

SNKM, AM to the PM

This my lifeblood, PM to the AM

In the lab with Talal every day and

I gotta prove myself to who

Suroosh, Dre, Em?

Paul Rosenberg, Kevin, Wes/Diplo?

They, them, him, her?

Is that a yes? — Bitch, no

You had to prove yourself to you and be your own best

Tell my past self I passed all of my own tests

Achieved a goal deemed impossible

Maybe I’m a god and created my own obstacles

Maybe I am Hercules taking Mount Olympus back

Maybe I’m an athlete and this is my Olympic track

Try to comprehend everything I came with

If I don’t get a Grammy then the Grammy’s ain’t shit