Смысл текста песни "Make My" исполнителя "Roots, The"

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T]

I did it all for the money, Lord,

It's what it seems...

Well, in the world of night terrors it's

Hard to dream, they hollerin', “Cash rules everything!”

Just call it cream, ‘cause when it rises to the top

You get the finer things.

Ocean fronts, rollin' blunts with model chicks

And sayin' grace over lobster and steak.

Like, “Please, forgive us for riding Benzes with camera plates.”

Too busy lookin' backwards for jackers to pump my brakes

For help signs to symbolize the lives that hunger takes,

Addicted to the green, if I don't ball, I'll get the shakes.

I'd give it all for peace of mind, for Heaven's sake,

My heart's so heavy that the ropes that hold my casket breaks,

‘Cause everything that wasn't for me I had to chase,

I had to take, I had to take.

[Chorus:]

They told me that the ends

Won't justify the means,

They told me at the end

Don't justify the dreams

That I've had since a child,

Maybe I'll throw in the towel.

Make my, make my,

Make my, make my...

Departure from the world.

[Verse 2: Black Thought]

Tryna control the fits of panic,

Unwritten and unraveled, it's the dead man's pedantic,

Whatever, see, it's really just a matter of semantics

When everybody's fresh out of collateral to damage.

And my splayin' got me prayin' like a mantis,

I begin to vanish.

Feel the pull of the blank canvas,

I'm contemplatin' that special dedication,

To whoever it concern, my letter of resignation,

Fadin' back to black, my dark coronation,

The heat of the day, the long robe of muerte,

That soul is in the atmosphere like airplay,

If there's a Heaven, I can't find a stairway.

[Chorus:]

They told me that the ends

Won't justify the means,

They told me at the end

Don't justify the dreams

That I've had since a child,

Maybe I'll throw in the towel.

Make my, make my,

Make my, make my...

Departure from the world.