Перевод песни Freddie Gibbs - Broken

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, Allah the merciful, the beneficent,
Curse over blessing, pray it be heaven sent,
Forgive me, my dirty deeds was desperate,
Fuck the government, I got my own deficit!
Death to me the only thing that’s definite,
Money rule the world, but when you dead, that shit’s irrelevant,
Fingers numb from coka selling, no vote, but out for presidents,
Granny found my dope, I told her I would stop for sellin’ it.
Nigga, please! She knew I was lyin’ before I even spoke it,
Empty promises left them all broken,
She said, ”Jamel, I can tell your perspective out of focus,
You too obsessed with the liquor, bitches and weed smoking”.
A young nigga that’s been thuggin’ since the old days,
Promise I’ve done seen everything but old age,
Pray my demons never catch up from my old ways,
Keep the heat ‘cause I was goin’ through a cold phase.

Keep the heat ‘cause I was goin’ through a cold phase.
Promise I’ve done seen everything but old age.

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Survivin’ off cold cuts and cold Spam,
Can’t see eye to eye with my old man,
Hidin’ my insecurities with this gang flag,
We both despise the police, but he wore the same badge.
And as I child I admired that, now I wonder how,
He was a pig, but you was barely makin’ 20 thou,
I guess that’s why you put me on that lick for 20 pounds,
A life of crime is all we ever shared from then to now.
And I’m a crook and you crooked, that’s all we got in common,
He chucked the deuce to my mama, so much for family bonding,
But how could something so destined to be just get demolished?
Runnin’ through groupies and boppers, I guess I got it honest,
And honestly I know I’m out here fuckin’ up,
Seven grams of rock, I stuff ’em in my nuts,
And seven bucks an hour wasn’t good enough,
‘Cause seven days a week I’m livin’ in a rush.

Seven days a week I’m livin’ in a rush.
Seven grams of rock, I stuff ’em in my nuts.

[Verse 3: Scarface]
If money was the root to what the evil is,
Is it mandatory for me to live?
I hustle harder than the next dude,
Remember, everybody is out to get you.
Niggas don’t respect to live and let live,
So I pack a .40 caliber ‘cause that’s how shit is.
Out here, no fear, fuck feelings,
Trigger man rule, that’s the art of drug dealing.
I’m tryin’ to stack my money to the ceiling,
No new friends, don’t wanna talk about old business.
Sex on the beach, sippin’ Guinness
ith a bitch so thick she can’t take no dick.
Imagine workin’ graveyard shifts,
Bossman steady talkin’ that shit,
A million a day is for minimum wage,
Work a nigga like a slave till he put him in his grave,
Fred, I’m on the same page.

Seven days a week I’m livin’ in a rush.
Seven grams of rock, I stuff ’em in my nuts.