Paroles et traduction Chada - Na Tych Osiedlach

Na Tych Osiedlach

Otwieram swoja poczte, czytam - wzywa kurator.
Drugi list, list z puchy od ziomka,
Pisze, ze jak juz odsiedzi swoje wroci i posprzata.
Na tych osiedlach tu gdzie czarne slonce,
Malolatki sie woza, jakby byly bijace.
Tak miesiac za miesiacem, jakos sie kreci.
Dzieciaki? Dzieciaki nie maja dobrych intencji.
Wiem co jest grane, jestem z ulicy,
Sasiad jakos podejrzanie czesto schodzi do piwnicy.
W okolo bloki, czuje sie, jak w ringu,
Ziomka fura juz dwa lata na policyjnym parkingu.
Jedna siostra drugiej sprzedala taka diete,
Ze dwa lata dzien w dzien zapierdalaja fete.
Ja przekaz puszczam w eter i wiem, ze wygram,
Na tych osiedlach wpadamy we wlasne sidla.
Ref.
Na tych osieeeedlach...
Tu gina samochody, a pierdolone psy ciagle zbieraja dowody.
Na tych osieeeedlach...
Jak do tej pory, na kazdym rogu sledzi cie jebany monitoring.
Na tych osieeeedlach...
Witam kolego, czy chcesz czy nie to uchodzisz za winnego.
Na tych osieeeedlach...
Wiem co jest ciete, to sa te miejsca, ktore darze sentymentem.
Tutaj nie wygra, ten kto nie zagra,
Skurwysyny, narkomani wala na klatkach po kablach.
My wychowani na ulicznych patentach,
Wiekszosc typow tu sie buja na nie swoich dokumentach.
Tutaj dzieciaki spedzaja czas pod sklepem,
Ciagle spekuluja, zeby w koncu bylo lepiej.
Na klatkach CHWDP wrzucone czarna farba,
Tu kazdy jest farciarzem dopoki go nie zgarna.
Praca na czarno, ciezko jest zarobic,
Nie jeden ziomek stad wyjechal by stanac na nogi.
Na tych osiedlach wszystko pachnie szwindlem,
Z okien slychac Dixonow, SSDI i 3Y.
[Syrena]...
To psy ruszaja w poscig,
A lzy na ktore patrzysz, to nie sa lzy radosci.
Otwierasz oczy i czujesz zycia ucisk,
Wychodzac z domu nie wiesz, czy w ogole wrocisz.
Ref.
Na tych osieeeedlach...
Tu gina samochody, a pierdolone psy ciagle zbieraja dowody.
Na tych osieeeedlach...
Jak do tej pory, na kazdym rogu sledzi cie jebany monitoring.
Na tych osieeeedlach...
Witam kolego, czy chcesz czy nie to uchodzisz za winnego.
Na tych osieeeedlach...
Wiem co jest ciete, to sa te miejsca, ktore darze sentymentem.
Tu wiekszosc z nas widnieje w kartotekach,
Na psa nikt nie spojrzy tu jak czlowieka.
Chociaz bys krzyczal nikt nie uslyszy krzyku,
Dzieciaki od malego probuja narkotykow.
Na tych osiedlach bezsilnosc jest, jak wyrok.
Kolezka ciagle siedzi za przerzut paru kilo.
Wciaz jest, jak jest i malo co sie zmienia,
Rodzicom z dziecmi ciezko dojsc do porozumienia.
Bol i samotnosc, jak kara za egoizm,
Poki tego nie poznasz, twierdzisz, ze sie nie boisz.
Otwierasz drzwi choc nie wiesz co za drzwiami,
Anioly z dnia na dzien staja sie demonami.
Na tych osiedlach masz przyjaciol i wrogow,
Sa tacy co juz dawno pukaja w dno od spodu.
Ty dzieki Bogu wiazesz koniec z koncem,
Pamietaj niektorzy cie oddadza za pieniadze.

In These Neighborhoods

I open my mail, I read it - the probation officer is calling.
Second letter, a letter from a buddy from the slammer,
He writes that as soon as he serves his time, he'll come back and clean up.
In these neighborhoods where the sun shines black,
The youngsters are strutting around like they're tough guys.
So month after month, it somehow goes round and round.
Kids? Kids don't have good intentions.
I know what's going on, I'm from the streets,
My neighbor goes down to the basement suspiciously often.
Surrounded by blocks, I feel like I'm in the ring,
My buddy's car's been in the police parking lot for two years.
One sister sold the other one such a diet,
That for two years, day after day, they're pushing weight.
I put my message out there and I know I'll win,
In these neighborhoods, we fall into our own traps.
Chorus:
In these neighborhoooods...
Cars disappear here, and the goddamn cops are always collecting evidence.
In these neighborhoooods...
As always, on every corner, the fucking CCTV is watching you.
In these neighborhoooods...
Welcome buddy, whether you like it or not, you're considered guilty.
In these neighborhoooods...
I know what's being cut, these are the places I hold dear.
Here, the one who doesn't play won't win,
Motherfuckers, junkies are shooting up on the stairwells.
We were raised on street smarts,
Most of the guys here are rolling on fake IDs.
Here kids spend their time hanging out in front of the store,
Constantly speculating about when things will finally get better.
On the stairwells, "Fuck the Police" is sprayed in black paint,
Here everyone's a lucky bastard until they get busted.
Working under the table, it's hard to make money,
More than one buddy has left here to get back on his feet.
In these neighborhoods, everything smells like a scam,
From the windows you can hear Dixon37, SSDI, and 3Y.
[Siren]...
That's the cops going on a chase,
And the tears you're looking at are not tears of joy.
You open your eyes and you feel the pressure of life,
Leaving home, you don't know if you'll ever come back.
Chorus:
In these neighborhoooods...
Cars disappear here, and the goddamn cops are always collecting evidence.
In these neighborhoooods...
As always, on every corner, the fucking CCTV is watching you.
In these neighborhoooods...
Welcome buddy, whether you like it or not, you're considered guilty.
In these neighborhoooods...
I know what's being cut, these are the places I hold dear.
Here most of us are in the police files,
Nobody looks at a cop like he's a human being.
Even if you shout, no one will hear your scream,
Kids are trying drugs from a young age.
In these neighborhoods, helplessness is like a sentence.
My buddy's still in jail for moving a couple of kilos.
It's still the same, and not much is changing,
It's hard for parents and kids to understand each other.
Pain and loneliness, like punishment for selfishness,
Until you experience it, you claim you're not afraid.
You open the door even though you don't know what's behind it,
Angels are turning into demons day by day.
In these neighborhoods you have friends and enemies,
There are those who have been hitting rock bottom for a long time.
Thank God you're making ends meet,
Remember some people will sell you out for money.