Перевод песни Ice Cube - The Product

[Verse 1:]
I was told ‘cause I didn’t witness the whole act,
In and out was the movement of the bozack,
It was hot and sweaty and lots of pushin’,
Then the nut came gushin’.
And it was hell tryna bail to the ovary
With nothing but the Lord lookin’ over me,
I was white with a tail,
But when I reached the finish line, young black male!
One cell made two, and two cells made four,
And so on, so now I’m a embryo,
Then I got a hunch
That I’mma be on lockdown for nine months.
Chillin’, with my mother to guide me
And nothing but a stomach to hide me
From all that worry and bullshit,
Nine months later, I elbow pull and kick
‘Cause my time is up and I don’t care,
With one big push I’m outta there.
June 15th, it’s just my luck,
In 1969, a nigga is the product.

— Ghetto ass nigga, you ain’t shit and you ain’t gon’ never be shit!

[Verse 2:]
I learned how to walk and talk, and all that,
They put me in school, but it don’t matter,
‘Cause I’m sittin’ in history
Learnin’ ‘bout a sucker, who didn’t give a fuck about me.
They try to shape us,
But I know Uncle Sam is a mothafuckin’ rapist,
So I stopped payin’ attention,
Ice Cube headed straight to detention.
Fuck that shit, I roam the hallways,
I’m sent home and I don’t got all A’s,
A high school dropout,
My father had beef so I tried to knock pops out,
But I got tossed, he’s the boss.
I’m out of there and mad ‘cause I lost,
Now being on my own is a factor,
So I become the neighborhood jacker.
Gimme your car, run your jewels –
Making a living robbin’ fools,
And if I let my nine rang out,
You know, it’ll make your brains hang out.
So what’s your fate?
Am I the nigga you love, or the one you love to hate?
The wrong answer is said, the nigga fled,
I pump lead, now he’s in a puddle of red,
And if you got a buck, you’re shit outta luck,
Stuck up by the mothafuckin’ product.

— Uh-huh, mothafucka, you gots to get a job if you wanna stay in my mothafuckin’ house!

“Many young men reject the traditional values that are important to their parents. Church, school and family have been replaced by street, turf, and gang.”

[Verse 3:]
Twenty-one now, and paid in full,
Feelin’ bad from all the shit I pulled
On people back in the day,
Plus, I got a little baby on the way.
So I’m tryna go straight,
I’m with my baby’s momma out on a date,
Till the punk ass cops ran my plate,
Now I’m on a bus upstate.
“Oh, the young nigga done caught a case!”
“Eatin’ in the mess hall, sayin’ my grace.”
Sent to a concrete ho-house,
Where all the products go, no doubt.
Yo, momma, I gotta do eleven,
Livin’ in a five by seven.
Dear baby, your man’s gettin’ worn out
Of seeing young boys gettin’ they assholes torn out,
And then he got shanked with a spoon,
And he was ‘sposed to get out soon.
Is it my fault he was caught in production
Where a young black life means nothing?
Just because I didn’t want to learn your grammar
You say I’m better off in the slammer.
And it’s drivin’ me batty
‘Cause my little boy is missin’ daddy,
I’m ashamed, but the fact is,
I wish pops let me off on the mattress.
Or should I just hang from the top bunk?
But that’s goin’ out like a punk.
My life is fucked!
But it ain’t my fault, ‘cause I’m the mothafuckin’ product!