Текст песни: Mrs. Lynch, Your Son Is The Devil + перевод

Hi Mrs. Lynch, this is Mrs. Zubrod. I’m calling from Deerfield Elementary about

your son, Jason. Um, I’ve been having a few concerns just about his ability to

focus in class. There are some options that I’ve briefly discussed.

Um, we see this a lot with children and it might be some form of ADD.

I’m not a doctor so I would suggest that maybe-

Uh, Mrs. Lynch, this is Mr. Bailey, Jason’s fifth-grade teacher.

I’m calling 'cause I’m very concerned about your son. It seems very possible

that he will not pass the fifth grade. He’s been failing very regularly-

Mrs. Lynch, this is Principal Reynolds, calling again for the third time.

Please give us a call back as soon as you can. Jason has been suspended from

school yet again for getting into a fight. Um, he’s becoming a real problem for

the kids. It seems he’s getting into an altercation every other day.

Um, we’ve tried to reach out, we’re trying to help him. But there’s only so

much I can do. Mrs. Lynch, we have no choice but to suspend your son

immediately-

This is Detective Pearson with the Third District Police Department.

We are searching for Jason Mills; he’s been implicated in a armed robbery case.

We have a good bit of evidence that Jason is involved. Please get in touch

with us as soon as possible. It’s nothing to worry about, hope I hear from you

soon-

Hi, this is Stacey from State Farm. The total for this case will be 7,

550 dollars. Please give me a call back and let me know how you’d like to

process the payment-

You have ten minutes remaining

I can’t take it, I can’t take this shit no more

I can’t take it, I can’t take this shit no more

I can’t take it, I can’t take this shit no more

I can’t take it, I can’t take this shit no more

I can’t take it, I can’t take this shit no more

I can’t take it, I can’t take this shit no more

I can’t take it, I can’t take this shit no more

You gon' be bad forever

Forever, forever

Nigga, you gon' be bad forever

Forever

Who the realest?

Who the gangsta? Who the killa? Who that nigga?

Who the trillest?

Who the shooter? Who got shot? Who survived?

Who diminished? Who the witness? Who detective?

Who the medic? Who the dead? Who arrested?

You the dead, you the lesson

We survived, we ain’t stressin'

I was tryna live it, I was tryna be it

I lived with my mother and stepfather, both had degrees, was heated

Went the college route

But I doubt that I’m going to college now

I was tryna be flyer than Batman so I got me the strap, man

And I started stealing and turned into Robin now

I’m just a middle class nigga who’s class was a mixture

Of them spellin' bee winners and them PG killers

Flop flop flop flop, hit your ass with bananas, they gorillas

Knock knock knock knock at my door, asking me to come and kick it

I was different, see my family distanced me but I was curious

The mystery of chilling down the street, knowing I shouldn’t be

Was lit to me and that’s the reason why that I am literally

The only one to go to jail in my family’s history

A «good home, I don’t give a fuck» trap nigga

Steal the strap from my neighbor’s safe, blap blap nigga

They gon' still throw my ass in the jail with the killers

At the end of the day, I’m a young black nigga

I’m a «good home, «I don’t give a fuck» trap nigga

Steal the strap from my neighbor’s safe, blap blap nigga

They gon' still throw my ass in the jail with the killers

At the end of the day, I’m a young black nigga

Who’s that knocking? Who’s that knocking at my-

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