Saul Williams — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Black Stacey
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Paroles
I used to hump my pillow at night
The type of silent prayer to make myself prepare for the light
Me and my cousin Duce would rank the girls between one and ten
And the highest number got to be my pillows pretend
Now I apologize to every high ranker
But you taught me how to dream and so I also thank you
I never had the courage to approach you at school
We joked around a lot and I know you thought I dressed cool
But I was just coverin' up all the insecurities that came bubblin' up My complexion had me stuck in an emotional rut
Like the time you flavor flaved me And you played me «Yo chuck»
They say, «You're too black», man I think I’m too black
Mom do you think I’m too black?
I think I’m too black, I think I’m too black
I think I’m too black, black, black, black, black
Back Stacey, they called me, «Black Stacey»
I never got to be myself 'cause to myself
I always was, Black Stacey, in polka dots and Paisley
A double goose and Bally shoes, you thought it wouldn’t phase me I was black Stacey the preachers' son from Haiti
Who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party
I was black Stacey
You thought it wouldn’t phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid
I used to use bleachin' creme
'Til madame C.J. Walker walked into my dreams
I dreamt of bein' white and complimented by you
But the only shiny black thing that you liked was my shoes
Now, I apologize for bottlin' up All the little things you said that warped my head and my gut
Even though I always told you not to Brag about the fact that your great grand
Mother was raped by her slave master
Yeah, I became militant too
So it was clear on every level I was blacker than you
I turned you on to Malcolm X and
Assata Shakur in the three quarter elephant goose with the fur
I had the high top fade with the steps on the side
I had the two finger ring, rag top on the ride
I had the sheep skin, name
Belt, Lee suit, Kangol, acid wash Vasco, chicken and waffle
Back Stacey, they called me, «Black Stacey»
I never got to be myself 'cause to myself
I always was, Black Stacey, in polka dots and Paisley
A double goose and Bally shoes, you thought it wouldn’t phase me I was black Stacey the preachers' son from Haiti
Who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party
I was black Stacey
You thought it wouldn’t phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid
Stic 'em, stic 'em
Stic 'em, stic 'em
They say, «I'm too black»
They say, «I'm too black»
Here we go Now here’s a little message for you, all you baller playa’s got
Some insecurities too, that you could cover up, bling it up Cash in and ching ching it up, hope no One will bring it up, lock it down and string it up Or you can share your essence with us, 'cause everything about you Couldn’t be rugged and ruff and even though you tote a Glock and you’re hot on the streets
If you dare to share your heart, we’ll nod our heart to it’s beat
And you should do that, if nothin' else, to prove that
A player like you could keep it honest and true
Don’t mean to call your bluff but, mothafucka that’s what I do You got platinum chain then, son, I’m probably talkin' to you
And you can call your gang, your posse and the rest of your crew
And while you’re at it get them addicts and the indigent too
I plan to have a whole army by the time that I’m through
To load their guns with songs they haven’t sung
Like Back Stacey, they called me, «Black Stacey»
I never got to be myself 'cause to myself
I always was, Black Stacey, in polka dots and Paisley
A double goose and Bally shoes, you thought it wouldn’t phase me I was black Stacey the preachers' son from Haiti
Who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party
I was black Stacey
You thought it wouldn’t phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid
Back Stacey, they called me, «Black Stacey»
I never got to be myself 'cause to myself
I always was, Black Stacey, they called me Black Stacey
Aah Black Stacey, ooh Black Stacey
Move Black Stacey, groove Black Stacey
Shake Black Stacey, make Black Stacey
No not I
Traduction des paroles
J'avais l'habitude de bosse mon oreiller la nuit
Le type de prière silencieuse pour me préparer à la lumière
Moi et mon cousin Duce classions les filles entre un et dix
Et le plus grand nombre doit être mes oreillers faire semblant
Maintenant je m'excuse auprès de tous les hauts gradés
Mais tu m'as appris à rêver et je te remercie aussi
Je n'ai jamais eu le courage de t'approcher à l'école
On plaisantait beaucoup et je sais que tu pensais que je m'habillais bien
Mais je couvrais juste toutes les insécurités qui sont venues barboter mon teint m'avait coincé dans une ornière émotionnelle
Comme la fois où tu m'as flavé et que tu m'as joué " Yo chuck»
Ils disent,» Tu es trop noir", mec je pense que je suis trop noir
Maman tu penses que je suis trop noire?
Je pense que je suis trop noir, je pense que je suis trop noir
Je pense que je suis trop noir, noir, noir, noir, noir
Retour Stacey, ils m'ont appelé, " Noir Stacey»
Je n'ai jamais pu être moi-même parce que pour moi-même
J'ai toujours été, Stacey noir, à pois et Paisley
Une double oie et des chaussures Bally, vous pensiez que ça ne me mettrait pas en phase j'étais noir Stacey le fils des prédicateurs D'Haïti
Qui rime beaucoup et a toujours eu les pas de danse à la fête
J'étais noir Stacey
Tu pensais que ça ne me mettrait pas en phase, mais ça l'a fait parce que j'étais juste un enfant
J'utilisais de la crème blanchissante
Jusqu'à ce que Madame C. J. Walker entre dans mes rêves
J'ai rêvé d'être blanc et complimenté par toi
Mais la seule chose noire brillante que vous aimiez était mes chaussures
Maintenant, je m'excuse d'avoir mis en bouteille toutes les petites choses que vous avez dites qui ont déformé ma tête et mes tripes
Même si je t'ai toujours dit de ne pas te vanter du fait que ton arrière grand
Mère a été violée par son maître esclave
Oui, je suis devenu militant aussi
Donc c'était clair à tous les niveaux j'étais plus noir que toi
Je t'ai tourné vers Malcolm X et
Assata Shakur dans les trois quarts éléphant oie avec la fourrure
J'ai eu le haut fondu avec les marches sur le côté
J'avais la bague à deux doigts, le dessus de chiffon sur le trajet
J'ai eu la peau de mouton, nom