[Перевод песни J. Cole — «High for Hours»]

[ПЕРЕВОД НЕ ЗАКОНЧЕН]

[Интро]
Вот что я называю быть под кайфом
В течении многих часов
Трек так и называется, нигга
«Часами под кайфом»
Поехали, йеа

[Куплет 1]
Лицемерие Америки, оу, давайте-ка мы вспомним
Сначала пришли сюда за свободой, но вскоре завели рабов
Прикрывались христианством, аргументом на все века
Религия ни хрена не значит, у них просто самомнения дофига
Поэтому ИГИЛ для нас проблема
Но по факту эта страна занимается тем же делом
Забирает жизнь и называет это справедливым
Помните, как убили бен Ладена, вроде как?
В фойе гостиницы после концерта я наблюдал
Как эти белые дамочки смотрят CNN, освещающих события
Увидели заголовок и начали радостно аплодировать
Будто Леброн забрасывает победный мяч
Постоял я там минуту, посмотрел на их рукоплескания
Серьёзно? Я думал, в книге сказано «Не убивай»
Но полиция всё так же отрывается на ниггерах в Вилле
Заявляя, что парень потянулся за стволом
Они реально считают нас тупыми, которым надоело жить
Теперь тело чьего-то сына лежит там бездыханным

When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas
Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus
Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas
Out there for the summer, feelin' just like I was Alice
Lost in the Wonderland where n***as still sufferin'
Just like they was back home, and that's wrong
So now it's fuck the government, they see my n***as strugglin'
And they don't give a fuck at all, and that's wrong, yeah

[Chorus]
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

[Verse 2]
I had a convo with the President, I paid to go and see him
Thinkin' about the things I said I'd say when I would see him
Feelin' nervous, sittin' in a room full of white folks
Thinkin' about the black man plight, think I might choke
Nope, raised my hand and asked a man a question
Does he see the struggle of his brothers in oppression?
And if so, if you got all the power and the clout
As the President, what's keepin' you from helpin' n***as out?
Well, I didn't say "n***a," but you catch my drift
He looked me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift
He broke the issues down and showed me he was well-aware
I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared
But dawg, you in the chair, what's the hold-up?
He said, "There's things that I wanna fix
But you know this shit, n***a: politics"
Don't stop fightin' and don't stop believin'
You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I'ma bust back 'til they kill me
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I'ma bust back until they kill me—feel me?
[Chorus]
The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight, third verse)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

[Verse 3]
Here's a thought for my revolutionary heart
Take a deeper look at history, it's there to pick apart
See the people at the top, they get to do just what they want
'Til after a while the people at the bottom finally get smart
Then they start to holla, "Revolution"
Tired of livin' here, destitution
Fuck that lootin', can you tell me what's the best solution?
I used to think it was to overthrow oppressors, see
If we destroy the system, that means we'll have less of greed
But see, it's not that simple
I got to thinkin' about the history of human nature
While this instrumental played, then I realized somethin' that made
Me wonder if revolution was really ever the way
Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say
Think about this shit for a second, you heard the way
The children in abusive households grow up
Knockin' girlfriends out cold—that's called a cycle
Abused becomes the abuser and that's just how life go
So understand
You get the power, but you know what power does to man?
Corruption always leads us to the same shit again
So when you talk 'bout revolution, dawg, I hear just what you sayin'
What good is takin' over when we know what you gon' do?
The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I said what good is takin' over when we know what you gon' do?
The only real revolution happens right inside of you, n***a
[Chorus]
The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours, n***a)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go