Представляем точный текст композиции "Rousseau" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cyne . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Rousseau» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cyne передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cyne - "Rousseau"
Lyrics to Rousseau : (feat. Rico Suave) [Akin:] Yo, yo, yo, ayo The chimp in the jungle, I like to gather in wisdom in bundles My arms swing from the branches of life, I write humble My notes are crumbled, my hopes are fumbled Cant drop it, a ghost among you folk that stumbled cross logic Im definite, like change I strain wit rewards while Speck and, Enoch start bangin on boards Daily routines like fiends thats stuck on the crack pipe I rhyme over feedback, dare mics not to act right The emcee, and see yall just tempt me wit All ya propaganda, ya souls are empty I was born free, now I stay confined, in this day of time A slave to the way of the world, although Im not blind Machine gotta, hold on ya blue jean products Whether you white or black, rich or povertys product Its a known fact, sorta like forty acres they owe blacks I might, hitch hike on hopes road and never go back [Rico Suave:] I was born free, but now Im like a slave to society Cant get a license without consent, to feel sobriety If you have a plan, they say life will flow beautifully I need tech support, like Vanilla Sky Cuz someone lied to me, told me shit was cool I made good grades, but damn it got kicked outta school It doesnt matter, my computer doesnt read the data Even if youre smart, your life still can get shattered Into little pieces, this is my thesis Just cause Im raised ' in the belly of the beast-es My people died in vain, the pain is on my brain And how can I get by when held by this mental strain I just dont understand, I bes a grown ass man But every time I see the cops they make me lift my hands So they can pat me down, and I just dont see how I played by they rules but they still treat me foul Damn! [Cise Star:] So what is this Im livin, day in and day out earnin My soul I hope to spend it, its the petty change Im gettin Back through transactions, money limits my actions I try to raise up but'(damn, damn) Tryin to move I struggle, movin through hurts trouble Bumpin my head against the ceiling I aint even stumble My eyes are black and blue, rattle my shackles too I try to remove em but damn. Sounds like that Im in jail, but really Im in hell The space between my two ears became my private cell Ready and willin, able, anything justice stable They just cut off my cable! No food up in the kitchen, but I got dirty dishes Does that make any sense' My life aint ever easy, my girlfriends gonna leave me Who scratched my Nas CD' [talking in background] [ Rousseau Lyrics ]
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