اگه مترجمی وجود داشت این آهنگ رو ترجمه کنه
Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a slave
Boiling in my veins
It's just hot until a nigga can't take it no more
Blood of a slave, heart of a king
Turn my voice up
Ayo, the brother's Stillmatic
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll make another Illmatic"
But it's always forward, I'm moving
Never backwards stupid here's another classic
C-notes is falling from the sky
By now the credits rollin'
Starring Nas, executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives of lost tribes
In the ghetto, trying to survive
The feature opens with this young black child
Fingers scratched, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the TV down
While Mary Jane girls, 45s playing soft in the background
Food from C-Town's, mornings was hash browns
Stepped over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us poor
I learned the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, hungriest crews
People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping, made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven to nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets thirst water like Moses
Walking through the hot desert, searching to be free
This is my ending and my new beginning, nostalgia
Alpha and Omega places, it's like a glitch in The Matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, most of y'all will pop for a minute
Spit a sentence, then the game'll get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but y'all ain't get it all, I want my style back
Hate to cease y'all plan, it's the rap repo man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggas who real
Professional stick-up kids dreaming for mils
Let my words guide you, get inside you
From Crips to Pirus, this is survival
Blood of a slave, heart of a king
Blood of a slave, heart of a king
Uh, uh, blood of a slave, heart of a king
Uh, yeah
Ha, Braveheart, uh
