Lyrics and translation Struka feat. DJ Lucky - Kao san (feat. DJ Lucky)

Kao san (feat. DJ Lucky)

Dži na bitu
BG, NS, Sigi, Stru
Grupna terapija
BG jug

Niko me nikad nije pit'o, nije pit'o što
Što radim to što radim, kada uzmem mikrofon
Ali Struka kako to, ja sam čuo da si student
Skapiraj me, samo radim ono što najbolje umem
Pričam o ljudima, vremenu i mestu, u kom živim
O pričama što čujem, o sranjima što vidim
I neka mi neko kaže kako ne bi hteo lovu
Kao ne bi hteo ribe, kao ne bi jebo ovu
Ljudi žele da me čuju jer zvučim kao san
Ali ironije svega je to da sam realan
Jeste, ja sam dobar momak
Nemoj pogrešno da shvatiš
Ali nisam brate debil da te pustim da me kratiš
BG ume da izvuče najgore iz mene
Kada vidim kako tuče moje ljude
Moje žene, moje drugove, ortake
Momci života su željni
Ali završe na klupama sa iglama u veni

Znam da zvučim kao san
Znam da zvučim kao san
Znam da zvučim kao san
Ali ironija svega je to da sam realan
Ovo je nešto najrealnije što ikad sam napisao
Da nisam bio realan, danas ne bih ni disao
Da nisam bio realan, nikad ne bih zablistao
Ja pričam ovu priču, al' oni ne vide smisao

Struka je specifičan sloj, fiktivnog i realnog
Pa mnogi osporavaju kredibilitet tela mog
Al' moje reči krvare, svaki stih je proliven
To je istina o gradu gde ti isti ljudi žive
Pa mi nije jasno kako oni ne mogu da vide
Svu tu patnju, svu tu bol i kuda ovaj narod ide
Brate, nisam kriminalac, al' pričam o kriminalu
Zato ljubomorni reperi kažu, slušaj budalu
Veruj prič'o bi' o cveću, kad bi' ono ovde raslo
Ali pričam o Beogradu jer tu sam brate rast'o
Zato nemoj da mi pričaš, da ne znam šta je to
Rođenog brata sam izgubio, a to je dovoljno
To je bol, truo koren, tu je problem pa sam pukao (Brate)
Bio sam tučen, ali i ja sam tukao
Pre, nisam imao šta da izgubim
Sad imam puno
Jer pre sam bio pijun, sada sam figura s krunom

Znam da zvučim kao san
Znam da zvučim kao san
Znam da zvučim kao san
Ali ironija svega je to da sam realan
Ovo je nešto najrealnije što ikad sam napisao
Da nisam bio realan, danas ne bih ni disao
Da nisam bio realan, nikad ne bih zablistao
Ja pričam ovu priču, al' oni ne vide smisao

Kao san

Kao san (feat. DJ Lucky)

On the beat
BG, NS, Sigi, Stru
Group therapy
BG south

No one ever asked me, didn't ask what
What I do what I do when I pick up the microphone
But Struka how is that possible, I heard you're a student
Get me, I only do what I do best
I talk about people, time and place I live in
About the stories heard, about the shits witnessed
And let someone tell me how they wouldn't want money
Like they wouldn't want fish, like they wouldn't fuck this
People want to hear me because I sound like a dream
But the irony of all of it is that I'm being real
Yes, I'm a good guy
Don't get me wrong
But I'm not brother fool to let you clip me
BG knows how to bring out the worst in me
When I see it beat my people
My women, my friends, my partners
Guys are eager for life
But end up on benches with needles in the veins

I know I sound like a dream
I know I sound like a dream
I know I sound like a dream
But the irony of all of it is that I'm being real
This is something the most real I've ever written
If I wasn't real, I wouldn't be breathing today
If I wasn't real, I'd never shine
I tell this story, but they don't see the point

Struka is a specific layer of the fictitious and the real
So many challenge the credibility of my body
But my words bleed, every verse is shed
That's the truth about the city where the same people live
So it's not clear to me how they don't see
That's suffering, all the pain and where these people go
Brother, I'm not a criminal, but I talk about crime
So jealous rappers say, listen to the fool
Believe me, I would talk about flowers if they grew here
But I talk about Belgrade because that's where I grew up
So don't tell me that I don't know what that is
I lost my brother, and that's enough
It's pain, toxic root, that's the problem so I shot (Brother)
I was beaten up, but I fought too
Before, I had nothing to lose
Now I have a lot
Because before I was a pawn, now I'm a crowned figure

I know I sound like a dream
I know I sound like a dream
I know I sound like a dream
But the irony of all of it is that I'm being real
This is something the most real I've ever written
If I wasn't real, I wouldn't be breathing today
If I wasn't real, I'd never shine
I tell this story, but they don't see the point

Like a dream