MF Grimm — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Still My Love
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Still My Love » de MF Grimm.
Paroles
One by one, bitch niggas get served as I
Touch nerves with these Special Herbs
For my niggas in the
Street, I give (love). For my niggas locked
Up, I give (love). For the sisters in the
Struggle, I give (love). This is all
My (love) transformed through beats. In the
Street, I give (love). For my niggas locked
Up, I give (love). For the sisters in the
Struggle, I give (love). This is all
My (love) transformed through beats
One by one, bitch niggas get served as I
Touch nerves with those Special Herbs
Now seasoned by The Architech, spiced up the words
Streets move fast, so everything is blurred
Give streets my love, I can’t forget you
Those who supported me, be nothing without you
The best of times, the worst of times
Scars & Memories travel Perc' through time
Before a nigga made a dime, before a nigga rhymed
Watched people in the street from the bottom climb
They went after what they wanted, hunger didn’t stop
Defied all the odds and made it to the top
Some didn’t get the chance, murdered real young
Died over bullshit, others got strung
Forgot they were king and queens, crack touched lungs
Some fought law, but law still won
Streets is a movie, new actors want a role
Crackheads, heads cracked, pack of crack stole
Some stay in streets too long, took a toll
Couldn’t do the time, switched, became a mole
For my niggas in the
Street, I give (love). For my niggas locked
Up, I give (love). For the sisters in the
Struggle, I give (love). This is all
My (love) transformed through beats. In the
Street, I give (love). For my niggas locked
Up, I give (love). For the sisters in the
Struggle, I give (love). This is all
My (love) transformed through beats
Seconds go by, I’m starting to feel my age
Scars, thirty-five of ‘em, four stars later
Still in trenches, can’t help it—I'm a leader
Weight on shoulders, load ain’t getting lighter
Family suffer, squat to lift burden
Got good grip, but legs are trembling
Focus on chi, meditate, settle in
Brace self, good times I’m remembering
Life was easy carried in momma’s arms
Difficult older, momma know I carry arms
Her son’s a fighter, momma know I carry on
Paralyzed, but momma know I carry on
Percy’ll be a billionaire, believe Mr. Carey’s on
I can’t rest. I guess I’ll do it when I’m gone
Hold back my dreams—on this planet, there’s none
To show the streets that it can be done ‘cause
For my niggas in the
Street, I give (love). For my niggas locked
Up, I give (love). For the sisters in the
Struggle, I give (love). This is all
My (love) transformed through beats. In the
Street, I give (love). For my niggas locked
Up, I give (love). For the sisters in the
Struggle, I give (love). This is all
My (love) transformed through beats
Women with beautiful looks got them far
Got them a hustler, a ghetto street star
Got them jewelry, got them cars
And got some killed and put behind bars
Put in situations they don’t want to be in
Sisters locked down, my heart for you is bleeding
Little kids watch street life and was shown
Tried it on their own, got murdered like they’re grown
Others got a hundred years, whole life blown
Feeling like a fool, should’ve stayed their ass in school
A few did make it, but most got shot
The School of Hard Knocks, from you I learned a lot, so
(Thank you)
Love. Love. Love (transformed through beats). Love. Love. Love. Love
(transformed through beats). That’s the end
Traduction des paroles
J'ai une bonne adhérence, mais les jambes tremblent
Concentrez-vous sur chi, méditez, installez-vous
Brace self, bons moments dont je me souviens
La vie était facile portée dans les bras de maman
Difficile plus âgé, Maman sait que je porte des bras
Son fils est un combattant, maman sait que je continue
Paralysé, mais maman sait que je continue
Percy sera milliardaire, je crois que M. Carey est là
Je ne peux pas en reste. Je crois que je vais le faire quand je suis allé
Retenez mes rêves—sur cette planète, il n'y en a pas
Pour montrer aux rues que cela peut être fait parce que
Pour ma niggas dans le
De la rue, je donne (l'amour). Pour mes niggas verrouillé
Up, je donne (amour). Les sœurs de la
Lutte, je donne (l'amour). C'est tout
Mon (amour) transformé par beats. Dans le
De la rue, je donne (l'amour). Pour mes niggas verrouillé
Up, je donne (amour). Les sœurs de la
Lutte, je donne (l'amour). C'est tout
Mon (amour) transformé par beats
Les femmes avec de beaux regards les ont loin
Ils ont un arnaqueur, une star du ghetto
Obtenu les bijoux, les avez des voitures
Et en a fait tuer et mettre derrière les barreaux
Mettre dans des situations où ils ne veulent pas être
Sœurs enfermées, mon cœur pour vous saigne
Les petits enfants regardent la vie de rue et a été montré
Ils ont essayé tout seuls, ils ont été assassinés comme s'ils étaient adultes
D'autres ont eu cent ans, toute la vie soufflée
Se sentir comme un imbécile, aurait dû rester leur cul à l'école
Quelques-uns ont réussi, mais la plupart se sont fait tirer dessus
L'École des coups durs, de toi j'ai beaucoup appris, donc
(Remercier)
Aimer. Aimer. Amour (transformé par des beats). Aimer. Aimer. Aimer. Aimer
(transformé par les battements). C'est la fin