Paroles et traduction Jokeren feat. Ataf Khawaja - Nye Tider

Nye Tider

Jeg ser ham
Ser ham på gaden, ser hele balladen
Før den er ved at opstå, jeg ved hvad han vil
Opnå, lisså snart han siger "Hva såå"
Og hurtigt klapper mig på lommerne imens jeg går, men yo
Så mærker han min hånd om min kniv
Vi ser på hinanden og vi går videre i vores liv,
For i dag ku det ha endt med mord eller røveri
Men i dag gik vi begge fri, vi gik væk fordi
Det' det samme kvarter vi startede ud i
De samme gader alle vores venner slipper skud i
Det ene øjeblik så' din homie med på turen
Det næste sekund er han et billede på muren, og
Vi' her i de samme gader, samme gråd, samme glæder
Samme ting vi elsker, samme ting vi hader
Det' ikke så svært træd et skridt tilbage
For den der mister overblikket har selv talt sine dage

Det hele handler om penge
Hvor længe ka du mon hænge?
Før at skæbnen henter dig
Før de tar dig til fange
Før de ruller op på dig
Over duller og coca
Ta og stop mens du kan, ellers vil de få dig
For folk er syge i hodet
De vil ha have hævn og se blod
Vil ha magt og respekt
Og en bil der ser ud

Og det vil altid gå ned, det vil altid blive ved
Hvis ikke vi alle slutter fred mens der stadig er tid

Op i min homies ride - pistoler har han to af
Blæst på coca klar til at blæse fjendens roe af
Han hvisker: "Der ingen love på disse gader
Kun snitches og forrædere, samt skumle bitches der sladrer", han hader
Dem mere end de pansere der chikanerer ham
Kropsvisiterer ham hver gang de passerer ham
Han sværger han har fået nok
Vil ha vendetta
Kan se han mener det på måden han knuger sin barettas
Desværre kan ikke få ham til at la vær' for homie
Lever ved sværdet så han falder ved sværdet
Han er helt fra den har været det siden han var 13
Som for resten også var det første år han kom for retten

Han er legemliggørelsen af gadernes ånd
Og en forblændet ungdom der ikke kan tæmmes med lovens hånd
Og der' ingen overdrivelser i mine beskrivelser
Det' bare et sandt billede på hvad der omgiver mig

Jeg gik en
Tur forbi min homeboys crib, han sad og vejede
Stofferne af, men han fyldte sin pistols clip
Jeg sagde hva laver du? han svarede: "Det' jobbet"
"Du har tjent dit, yo, du burde være stoppet"
For homboy vi' ikke så unge mer
Til gengæld er vi fandme blevet en hel del tungere der
Så hvorfor skal de kampe vi udkæmper
Føres med maskinpistoler med lyddæmper?

Ingen kan vide sig sikker, hvem er din ven hvem er stikker
Hvem er desperat nok til at trække triggeren?
Det' nye tider, syge tider, så hold din øjne åbne
Hånden på våbnet hvis du gerne vil videre

Homies griner, sir: "ataf, puds din glorie"
Bust hellere en gangster historie nede fra territoriet
Jeg gir dem noget der sætter ild i gaden
Homies, jeg elsker jeg alle sammen må i finde freden

Hvorfor ska vi to slås?
Vi lever i de samme gader
Hvad sker der for os?
Når vi elsker, når vi hader?

Hvorfor ska vi to slås?
Vi lever i de samme gader
Hvad sker der for os?
Når vi elsker, når vi hader?

Det hele handler om penge
Hvor længe ka du mon hænge?
Før at skæbnen henter dig
Før de tager dig til fange
Før de ruller op på dig
Over duller og coca
Ta og stop mens du kan, ellers vil de få dig
For folk er syge i hodet
De vil at have hævn og se blod
Vil ha magt og respekt
Og en bil der ser ud
Og det vil altid gå ned, det vil altid blive ved

New Times

I see him
See him on the street, see the whole drama
Before it's about to happen, I know what he wants
Achieve, as soon as he says "What's up"
And quickly pats my pockets as I walk by, but yo
Then he feels my hand around my knife
We look at each other and we move on with our lives,
Because today it could have ended in murder or robbery
But today we both went free, we went away because
It's the same neighborhood we started out in
The same streets all our friends are shooting in
One moment your homie is with you on the journey
The next second, he's a picture on the wall, and
We are here in the same streets, same cries, same joys
Same things we love, same things we hate
It's not that hard to take a step back
Because whoever loses sight of the big picture has counted his own days

It's all about money
How long can you hang?
Before fate comes for you
Before they capture you
Before they roll up on you
Over weed and coke
Stop while you can, otherwise they'll get you
Because people are sick in the head
They want revenge and see blood
They want power and respect
And a car that looks the part

And it will always go down, it will always continue
If we don't all make peace while there's still time

Up in my homie's ride - he has two pistols
High on coke, ready to blow off the enemy's peace
He whispers: "There are no laws on these streets
Only snitches and traitors, and shady bitches who gossip", he hates
Them more than the cops that harass him
Body search him every time they pass him
He swears he's had enough
He wants revenge
I can see he means it by the way he clenches his Beretta
Unfortunately, I can't get him to stop, because homie
Lives by the sword so he dies by the sword
He's been off the rails since he was 13
Which was also the first year he went to court

He is the embodiment of the streets' spirit
And a blinded youth that can't be tamed with the hand of the law
And there are no exaggerations in my descriptions
It's just a true picture of what surrounds me

I took a
Walk past my homeboy's crib, he was sitting there weighing
The drugs, but he was filling his pistol clip
I said what are you doing? He replied: "It's the job"
"You've done your time, yo, you should have stopped"
Because homeboy we are not so young anymore
On the other hand, we've gotten a hell of a lot heavier there
So why should the battles we fight
Be waged with silenced machine guns?

No one can feel safe, who's your friend, who's a snitch
Who's desperate enough to pull the trigger?
It's new times, sick times, so keep your eyes open
Hand on the weapon if you want to move on

Homies are laughing, saying: "Ataf, polish your halo"
Bust a gangster story from down in the territory
I give them something that sets the streets on fire
Homies, I love you all, may you find peace

Why should we fight?
We live in the same streets
What's wrong with us?
When we love, when we hate?

Why should we fight?
We live in the same streets
What's wrong with us?
When we love, when we hate?

It's all about money
How long can you hang?
Before fate comes for you
Before they capture you
Before they roll up on you
Over weed and coke
Stop while you can, otherwise they'll get you
Because people are sick in the head
They want revenge and see blood
They want power and respect
And a car that looks the part
And it will always go down, it will always continue