The following presentation is a translation...if you will...of the lyrics to the song Renegade...lol. This serves no particular purpose. I just felt like doing it. That's just how I roll.
You people
Say that I am not wise, I only discuss matters involving jewelry.
Do you unwise people understand music or do you not comprehend it?
I am influenced by the poverty that you exacerbated.
The same person you gave nothing was able to overcome by doing what one was most capable of in the most thorough manner possible.
I am a reporter of current events told from the view of the impoverished.
An unorthodox individual
You have were previously frightened and remain so.
I have infiltrated popular culture and served as a liason to the poor neighborhoods
Where they sell stolen toasters and they live w/ their maternal parent
And have lost their weapons due to a failed robbery attempt.
A young attractive female has been impregnated because of improper supervision
Abused by an unknown misfit. When child support announces their arrival
He claims to not be available to adhere to their requests.
Now how do you interpret this? Write it down.
I bring this through the impoverished neighborhoods without being in a moving vehicle or seeking refuge
Avoiding being penetrated by a stray bullet that was fired by a young person who does not wish to change their behavior. I just read a magazine that made my day unpleasurable.
How do you critique music that poor people with no belongings can relate to?
I guide them through this anomaly. You do not.
You are incapable of walking on the same path as me.
You are incapable of walking in the shoes that I own.
I am willing to wager all of your posessions that you will lose your tie and your shirt.
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