Lyrics and translation Rasta - Moja Stvar

Moja Stvar

Ja sam k′o klinac napustio školu, batalio klupu
Hteo svoj dinar, tad im'o sam 15, nastup′o u klubu
I mama je rekla "Slaba je vajda", ništa od mene
Dok jednog dana na sto nisam bacio evre
I hvala Bogu, nisam bogat rođen
Sećam se, nekad živeo sam u tries kvadrata
I znao sam da jednom sve na svoje dođe
Vidi me sada, luksuzna gajba u centru grada
A vidi sad koje smeće bi da zna
Koga to viđam s kim spavam i da li imam lovu
Ali sve je samo moja stvar, je-e

I ulice su moje
A vidi sad koje smeće bi da zna
Koga to viđam s kim spavam i da li imam lovu
Ali sve je samo moja stvar, je-e
I ulice su moje
A ja sam odavno izgubio sve svoje
A to su, kažu mi, posledice rata
I tad su me poslali moji da znali su biće mi mnogo bolje
Zvao sam mamu stalno da pitam kako je tata
A ja, klinac k'o klinac, sam lutao gradom i gledao ljude
Nisam im'o za kartu, al′ šofer me pusti da uđem i sednem
I danas kad imam, veruj mi, dao bi′ kol'ko mu treba
Jer danas se uvek setim dok vozim svoj Jeep, Mercedes
I hvala Bogu, nisam bogat rođen
Sećam se, nekad snimao sam u deset kvadrata
I znao sam da jednom sve na svoje dođe
Vidi me sada, novi studio na dva sprata
A vidi sad koje smeće bi da zna
Koga to viđam s kim spavam i da li imam lovu
Ali sve je samo moja stvar, je-e
I ulice su moje
A vidi sad koje smeće bi da zna
Koga to viđam s kim spavam i da li imam lovu
Ali sve je samo moja stvar, je-e
I ulice su moje

My Thing

I dropped out of school like a kid, fought in the class
I wanted my money, then I was 15, I played in the club
And my mother said, "It's a bad idea", nothing about me
Until one day I threw money on the table
And thank God, I wasn't born rich
I remember, I used to live in a three-room apartment
And I knew that one day everything will get better
Look at me now, living in a luxury mansion in the city center
Now look at this trash, they want to know
Who do I see, who do I sleep with, and do I have money?
But it's all just my business, you know

And the streets are mine
But look at this trash, they want to know
Who do I see, who do I sleep with, and do I have money?
But it's all just my business, you know
And the streets are mine
And I lost everything I had a long time ago
And they tell me are the consequences of the war
And then my parents sent me away, because they knew I could do better
I kept calling my mother to ask how my father was doing
And I, just a kid, wandered around the city and watched people
I didn't have money for a ticket, but the bus driver let me in anyway
And today, when I have money, believe me, I would give him as much as he needs
Because today, I always remember when I used to drive my Jeep, Mercedes
And thank God, I wasn't born rich
I remember, I used to record in a ten-room apartment
And I knew that one day everything will get better
Look at me now, a new studio on two floors
But look at this trash, they want to know
Who do I see, who do I sleep with, and do I have money?
But it's all just my business, you know
And the streets are mine
But look at this trash, they want to know
Who do I see, who do I sleep with, and do I have money?
But it's all just my business, you know
And the streets are mine