“Truth, Back to Back” (English Translation)
Papa…
aha… yeah… chiiiiiiiii…
this is serious…
Papa, the time has come for someone to speak the truth,
Not whispers, not back-corner gossip—just raw truth, yeah… chiiiiiiiii.
Not from anger, not from hatred,
But from a child who has carried this weight in his chest for a very long time—this is heavy.
You call yourself a humanitarian,
But every good deed needs a microphone, a camera standing by, yeah… chiiiiiiiii.
You help a man today, and by tomorrow the whole world has heard about it,
A real helper moves in silence—he doesn’t chase glory. This is painful.
True help doesn’t need applause or an audience,
You do it and walk away—you don’t shout about it, yeah… chiiiiiiiii.
If everyone must know every good thing you do,
Ask yourself, Papa—who is it really for? You… or them too? This is deep.
You take care of villages, streets, people far and near,
But your own home feels empty, uncertain, yeah… chiiiiiiiii.
Helping everyone else became priority number one,
While your children learned survival early—learning how to go without, just to keep going. This is hard.
How does giving to the whole world make sense,
When it ends up taking from your own household? Yeah… chiiiiiiiii.
How can a man save everyone outside his door,
But inside, the ones who love him most pay the highest price? This hurts.
Every conversation comes as direction,
Order after order—no space for reflection, yeah… chiiiiiiiii.
Every discussion feels like a command or a drill,
As if respect comes from fear, not empathy or understanding. This is heavy.
Leadership isn’t shouting to feel tall,
Sometimes it’s staying quiet, sometimes it’s actually listening, yeah… chiiiiiiiii.
Strength isn’t always being loud or being right,
Sometimes strength is choosing a calm mind over a fight. This is wisdom.
Papa, slow down—ease the pace,
Calm the storm, soften your face—you don’t always have to be hard and rigid, yeah… chiiiiiiiii.
You don’t need to dominate every room you walk into,
Strong men know when to bend, when to surrender. This is truth.
Do the right thing—not for praise or fame,
Not so people clap or shout your name, yeah… chiiiiiiiii.
Do it because it’s right—simple and real,
Not because someone is watching you. This is the point.
This isn’t rebellion, disrespect, or war,
It’s accountability knocking at your door, yeah… chiiiiiiiii.
I didn’t come to fight, prove, or explain,
I came to drop the truth—clear and plain. This is it.
That’s it…
That’s all I came to say today,
No long goodbye, no extra performance, yeah… chiiiiiiiii.
Peace out.
Mic drop.
I’m done—deuces.
aha… yeah… chiiiiiiiii…
this is serious. 🎤🔥
