J-Live — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Weather the Storm
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Paroles
We headed into some fucked up weather for real man
I swear its like it rained on my parade and the street fair
Damn, thats two (?) parties
One voice, one vote, no choice
But I brought my umbrella shit I feel prepared
We on the 4th part
This pice of mind gives me peace of mind
But these war time (?) is scary
Schools lack, jails are packed, insurance is wack
Civil rights remain under attack, status quo is a tag
Whether you black, brown, yellow, red, white, or somewhere in between
You live and die for the green
Or whatever color your country is
Cream is the theme
Its fuck yours give me mine it seems
Just look around
Snapshots of blocks show haves the have nots
Add sound
You get cries, laughs, curses, and shots
Blood flowing through the streets like it never clots
The rains coming down like it never stops
Its going down god
Its coming down hard
Its like a set up so many getting wet up
Its hard to keep your head up
So many fallen but you gotta get up
Whether you’re ready for the weather or not
Its going down god
Its coming down hard
Its like a set up, so many getting wet up
You gotta keep your head up
Yo, we gotta weather the storm
Whether you’re ready for the weather or not
Thunder and lightning clappnig hard giving your heart pause
Different good old boys for the same old cause
Fuck junior senior should have see ya fore warned
But half a score later who would have foreseen four more
Its got ya saing «Why do I even bother to vote?» or
«I wish my vote would have counted maybe four score more»
The storms electrical trick, electorate shit
Not just a drizzle, when it rains it pours
We on a war tour against Muhammad my man
With a constitution, Bible, and gat in his hands
From Afgan to Iraq, whats next Iran?
Its like were playing cowboy on the next man’s land
Shots play with real live action figures with figures of figures
Poor man’s hands fire rich man’s triggers
Noble and quiet, selfless in the line of fire
(?) a god, but if and when they retire
Meanwhile back in fill-in-the-blank
The realness, the foundation looks like it got hit by a tank
Ghettos
That old term before the worst German burnin' fire
Spreadin' through the urban like a third world turnin'
Snapshots of blocks show the haves the have nots
Add sound
You get cries laughs, curses, and shots
The bloods pouring through the streets like it never clots
A war on drugs and terror but it never stops
Traduction des paroles
Noble et calme, altruiste dans la ligne de feu
(?) un dieu, mais si et quand ils prennent leur retraite
Pendant ce temps de retour à remplir-dans-le-vide
La réalité, la fondation semble avoir été touchée par un tank
Ghetto
Ce vieux terme avant le pire incendie Allemand
Spreadin 'à travers l'urbain comme un tiers monde turnin'
Des instantanés de blocs montrent les nantis les démunis
Ajouter du son
Vous obtenez des cris des rires, des malédictions et des coups de feu
Les sangs qui coulent dans les rues comme s'ils ne coagulaient jamais
Une guerre contre la drogue et la terreur mais elle ne s'arrête jamais