Trauma – 英语/中文 双语歌词

• 作者: Meek Mill
• 专辑: CHAMPIONSHIPS

歌词与翻译

[中文]

我曾是个梦想家

梦想着烈火（呃）

我妈妈曾祈祷能看到我进入耶鲁

但她却看到我进了监狱，真他妈糟糕

探视时和Lil Papi在一起，尽管我看起来还好，但内心很痛

他们派个吸毒的来管理我的牢房，该死

更糟的是，黑人法官不希望我过得好

要么这样，要么黑人就被出卖

判我两到四年，就像说“去死吧，地狱见”

让它像路西法一样燃烧，你看起来更愚蠢

试图讨好权贵，而他们却在滥用权力

每小时44美元，你这个懦夫被他们利用

是自我憎恨让你把我送到 upstate？

这就是所谓的“真男人”在为蛋糕而奋斗

这是你的电话时间，如果你没钱，就别想上网

嘿，给你的孩子打电话，只为祝他们更优秀

哦，上帝，别让街道把他们带走

你女儿现在在乱搞，这将是一个寒冷的夏天

你儿子在陷害，你的伙伴在给他 O's

如果他搞砸了，他们就会对他开枪

而你只想回家，向他展示

那些人不会给你假释

他们要鲜血，我们都挂在绞索上

我牢友的妈妈刚去世，他想用我的电话

除非他给他们钱，否则他去不了葬礼

我们还是黑人，你期待什么？

我刚刚赢了

我在街角和礁石

他们让我们为自由而战

看到我兄弟的血洒在人行道上

你怎么能在早上醒来时感到邪恶？

呃，创伤

当毒品控制了你妈妈

法官控制了你爸爸

去学校，储物柜上有弹孔

没有PTSD，毒品让一切平静

他们本可以让他冻结，却向那个男孩开了20枪

本可以把他放进警车，却让他流血

救护车来了，宝贝，深呼吸

那是老太太尖叫时说的话

这像《精灵鼠小弟》的噩梦，星期五13日

第13条修正案并没有说我们是国王

他们说如果我们去 bing，我们就是合法的奴隶

他们告诉Kaep，如果你想为球队效力，就站起来

他的所有队友都没说什么（保持清醒）

如果你不为任何事站出来，你就会为某事倒下

在60年代，如果你跪下，你可能会被杀死

但他们现在不会杀你，他们只会让你失去交易

杀死你的账户，看看钱被浪费在哪里

检查一下，他们现在不会杀你，他们只会让你失去交易

杀死你的账户，看看钱被浪费在哪里

我刚刚赢了

我在街角和礁石

他们让我们为自由而战

看到我兄弟的血洒在人行道上

你怎么能在早上醒来时感到邪恶？

呃，创伤

当毒品控制了你妈妈

法官控制了你爸爸

去学校，储物柜上有弹孔

你要把我关进监狱多少次才能知道我不会失败

国王身上有无形的枷锁，因为该死，我保释了

我从卖出体育场，现在该死，我被出售了

那些寒冷的夜晚开始感觉像地狱，呃

看着一个黑人女人夺走我的自由

几乎让我恨我的人民

当他们给你贴上重罪标签，就像是告诉你不平等

11年上法庭，知道他们可能会留住你或让你发疯

牢房里23小时，有人救救我

我在打监狱电话，试图向我的宝贝解释

我得做两次日历，这只是可能

创伤

我刚刚赢了

我在街角和礁石

他们让我们为自由而战

看到我兄弟的血洒在人行道上

你怎么能在早上醒来时感到邪恶？

呃，创伤

当毒品控制了你妈妈

法官控制了你爸爸

去学校，储物柜上有弹孔

呃，创伤

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[英语]

Used to be a dreamer

Dreamin' of a fire (uh)

My mama used to pray that she'd see me in Yale

It's fucked up she gotta see me in jail

On the visit with Lil Papi, it hurt even though I seemed to be well

They got a smoker with a key to my cell, damn

And even worst, my judge black don't wanna see me do well

It's either that or black people for sale

Gave me two to four years like, "Fuck your life, meet me in hell"

And let it burn like Lucifer, you look even stupider

Tryna impress them people in power when power abusin' us

For 44 dollars a hour, you coward they using ya

Is it self-hate that made you send me upstate?

This where the so-called "real niggas" sweeping up for cupcakes

And that's your phone time, if you ain't got no money, you ain't online

Hey call your son, call your daughter just to wish them more prime

Oh God, don't let them streets get a hold of 'em

Your daughter fuckin' now, it's gon' be a cold summer

Your son trapping, and your homie giving O's to him

And if he fuck that paper up, he puttin' holes through him

And you just wanna make it home, so you can show it to him

And them people ain't finna give no parole to ya

They want blood, we all hangin' with a noose on our neck

My celly mom just died, he wanna use my collect

And he won't make it to the wake unless he give 'em a check

We still niggas though, what you expect?

I just won

I was on the corner with the reefa

And they got us warring for our freedom

See my brother blood on the pavement

How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?

Uhh, trauma

When them drugs got a hold of your mama

And the judge got a hold on your father

Go to school, bullet holes in the locker

Ain't no PTSDs, them drugs keep it at ease

They shot that boy 20 times when they could've told him just freeze

Could've put him in a cop car, but they let him just bleed

The ambulance, they coming baby, just breathe

That's what the old lady said when she screamed

This nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th

And in the 13th amendment, it don't say that we kings

They say that we legally slaves if we go to the bing

They told Kaep' stand up if you wanna play for a team

And all his teammates ain't saying a thing (stay woke)

If you don't stand for nothing, you gon' fall for something

And in the '60s, if you kneeled, you'd prolly be killed

But they don't kill you now, they just take you out of your deal

Kill your account, look where money get spilled

Check it, and they don't kill you now, they just take you out of your deal

Kill your account, look where money get spilled

I just won

I was on the corner with the reefa

And they got us warring for our freedom

See my brother blood on the pavement

How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?

Uhh, trauma

When them drugs got a hold of your mama

And the judge got a hold on your father

Go to school, bullet holes in the locker

How many times you send me to jail to know that I won't fail

Invisible shackles on the king, 'cause shit, I'm on bail

I went from selling out arenas, now shit, I'm on sale

Them cold nights starting to feel like hell, uhh

Watching a black woman take my freedom

Almost made me hate my people

When they label you felon, it's like they telling you they not equal

11 years going to court knowing they might keep you or drive you crazy

23 hours in a cell, somebody save me

I'm on a jail call, trying to explain it to my baby

I gotta do the calendar twice, and that's a maybe

Trauma

I just won

I was on the corner with the reefa

And they got us warring for our freedom

See my brother blood on the pavement

How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?

Uhh, trauma

When them drugs got a hold of your mama

And the judge got a hold on your father

Go to school, bullet holes in the locker

Uhh, trauma