Vodka
Mike & Rich Lyrics


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I owe my life to the culture
Used to see it from a bird's eye view
But could never say that I was a vulture
Marchin' through city hall, middle of a pandemic
Cop cars in flames, the pain was transcendent
While Black souls marching through the pearly gates
The poverty or the pigs put 'em in early graves
Don't tell me they deserve their fate
Every time the sun rise in my city so does the murder rate
Their blood becoming part of the pavement
Either that or they're being incarcerated
Lack of love is fillin' their heart with hatred
It's hard to see it, it's even harder to say it
But it's just truth
Them judges bang the gavel like they don't want proof
Turnin' men to monsters like it's Halloween
when they puttin' Black bodies in them orange jumpsuits
This shit'll scare ya, we livin' in a different era
I wrestle with my conscious like I'm Ken Patera
Can't say I never glorified it
Can't ignore the violence
The shit I seen is horrifying
No justice, no peace
Fuck the police, no brotherly love in those streets
It feel like hell up in Philly, goddamn
We just tryna stay cool like Vok Man
Old Man Winter
Voss, wassup kool?
You know I'm with you, kool
Uh
I took a chance and danced in the romance
And glanced at the enhanced bankroll in my pants
Hypnotized in a trance from wakin' up off of Xans
And I don't know if I'm takin' off or tryna land
So I chalked it as God's plan
'Cause remember me and my man, we swore to protect land
And they never tried it again, so we said that we need hands
Without the if's and the and's and but's
But what then?
When all I got is my pen, and in my eyes I'm from Japan
And in my heart, I'm from Iraq with America in my ear
I have ice in my veins, I have nothin' to fear
I have smoke in my lungs, weed crumbs in my beard
And beer on my breath, stressed, makin' it weird
Tryna finesse unless they was makin' it fair
Enjoyin' life so much, I taste death in the air
It smell like a chocolate eclair, you got the right to be scared
Shine all day and damn, by night you'll be dead
Grind all day and man, by night you'll be rich
By night you'll be rich




Grind all day and man, by night you'll be rich
Old Man Winter

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Mike & Rich's song "Vodka" delve into various themes including the hardships faced by marginalized communities, the impact of systemic racism, and the struggle to find peace and prosperity amidst a challenging environment. The opening lines convey gratitude towards the culture that has shaped the artist's life, acknowledging a previously limited perspective and disassociating oneself from predatory behavior. It goes on to describe the chaotic atmosphere during a pandemic, with reflective imagery of cop cars in flames and the pain transcending.


The following lines touch on the tragic loss of Black lives, highlighting the premature deaths caused by poverty and the actions of oppressive authorities. The lyrics express frustration towards the notion that these individuals somehow deserve their fate, pointing out the alarming murder rate in the city. The image of their blood becoming part of the pavement symbolizes the lasting impact of violence and injustice. The justice system is criticized, with references to judges who seem uninterested in evidence and the imprisonment of Black bodies. The artist acknowledges their own internal struggle, drawing parallels to the legendary wrestler Ken Patera, and admits to having been complicit in glorifying violence while also witnessing its horrifying consequences.


The second verse focuses on personal experiences and perspectives. The artist describes taking risks and being entranced by the allure of wealth and materialism, symbolized by an enhanced bankroll. The mention of Xanax alludes to the numbing effects of drugs, and the uncertainty of whether one is taking off or trying to land suggests a feeling of being caught between dreams and reality. The artist finds solace in seeing their actions as part of a divine plan, harkening back to a commitment to protecting land and the absence of future threats. The introspective verse navigates between a sense of cultural identity (Japan, Iraq) and the influence of America. The artist's defiance is portrayed through the ice in their veins, the smoke in their lungs, and a carefree enjoyment of life tempered by the constant presence of death.


Overall, the lyrics of "Vodka" tackle complex social issues, exploring the stark realities faced by marginalized communities, the struggle for justice, and the conflicting emotions of personal experiences. It offers a nuanced reflection on the artist's own complicity while simultaneously highlighting the structural barriers that perpetuate inequality.


Line by Line Meaning

I owe my life to the culture
I recognize that my life has been shaped and influenced by the cultural experiences and influences around me.


Used to see it from a bird's eye view
I used to have a detached and distant perspective on life, observing it from a higher vantage point.


But could never say that I was a vulture
But I could never claim to exploit or take advantage of others for personal gain.


Marchin' through city hall, middle of a pandemic
Actively protesting and advocating for change in the midst of a widespread health crisis.


Cop cars in flames, the pain was transcendent
The intensity of the emotions and anguish felt by the community led to acts of rebellion and destruction.


While Black souls marching through the pearly gates
Black individuals who lost their lives were symbolically marching into heaven after their deaths.


The poverty or the pigs put 'em in early graves
The combination of poverty and the actions of corrupt police officers resulted in the premature deaths of these individuals.


Don't tell me they deserve their fate
Don't try to justify or argue that these individuals deserved the tragic outcomes they faced.


Every time the sun rise in my city so does the murder rate
The occurrence of violent crimes, including murders, escalates with each sunrise in my city.


Their blood becoming part of the pavement
The bloodshed and loss of life leaving a permanent and haunting mark on the streets.


Either that or they're being incarcerated
Unable to escape their fate, they are either dying or being imprisoned.


Lack of love is fillin' their heart with hatred
The absence of love and care in their lives leads to the growth of anger and animosity within them.


It's hard to see it, it's even harder to say it
Recognizing and acknowledging this difficult reality is challenging and expressing it is even more difficult.


But it's just truth
However, this is just the undeniable truth of the situation.


Them judges bang the gavel like they don't want proof
The judges deliver judgments without proper examination or consideration of evidence, as if they are not interested in true justice.


Turnin' men to monsters like it's Halloween
The justice system is transforming men into monstrous figures, much like the transformations that occur on Halloween.


when they puttin' Black bodies in them orange jumpsuits
Referring to the incarceration of Black individuals and their representation in prisons with the color symbolism of orange jumpsuits.


This shit'll scare ya, we livin' in a different era
The current state of affairs is frightening, indicating that we are experiencing a distinct and unsettling time period.


I wrestle with my conscious like I'm Ken Patera
I grapple with my moral conscience and thoughts, likening it to the struggles faced by professional wrestler Ken Patera.


Can't say I never glorified it
I cannot deny that I have, at some point, romanticized or portrayed certain aspects in a glorified manner.


Can't ignore the violence
However, I cannot overlook or disregard the presence and impact of violence in our society.


The shit I seen is horrifying
The experiences and events I have witnessed are deeply disturbing and shocking.


No justice, no peace
Without the presence of true justice, there can be no genuine peace.


Fuck the police, no brotherly love in those streets
Expressing strong discontent and resentment towards the police, highlighting the absence of brotherly love and unity in the community.


It feel like hell up in Philly, goddamn
Describing the overwhelming sense of turmoil and anguish in Philadelphia, emphasizing the distressing nature of the situation.


We just tryna stay cool like Vok Man
Despite the challenges and difficulties, we are simply attempting to maintain composure and remain calm like Vok Man (a reference to the brand Vok Vodka).


I took a chance and danced in the romance
I embraced risks and engaged in a passionate love affair or a thrilling experience.


And glanced at the enhanced bankroll in my pants
I briefly looked at the significantly increased amount of money in my possession.


Hypnotized in a trance from wakin' up off of Xans
Feeling deeply captivated and entranced after waking up from the effects of Xanax pills.


And I don't know if I'm takin' off or tryna land
Feeling uncertain about whether I am progressing and achieving success or struggling and facing setbacks.


So I chalked it as God's plan
In order to find solace and explanation, I attributed it to a divine plan crafted by God.


'Cause remember me and my man, we swore to protect land
Because my friend and I pledged to defend and safeguard our territory.


And they never tried it again, so we said that we need hands
As a result, no one dared to challenge us again, and we concluded that we required additional support and assistance.


Without the if's and the and's and but's
Without any conditions, exceptions, or excuses.


But what then?
However, what comes next?


When all I got is my pen, and in my eyes I'm from Japan
When the only resource I possess is my writing, and I perceive myself as being from Japan in my own perspective.


And in my heart, I'm from Iraq with America in my ear
While in my heart, I feel connected to Iraq, I am influenced and affected by American culture and society.


I have ice in my veins, I have nothin' to fear
I possess a sense of coldness and emotional detachment, free from fear and intimidation.


I have smoke in my lungs, weed crumbs in my beard
My lungs are filled with the smoke of marijuana, and there are traces of weed crumbs in my facial hair.


And beer on my breath, stressed, makin' it weird
My breath smells of alcohol, and I am experiencing stress, making the situation uncomfortable and unusual.


Tryna finesse unless they was makin' it fair
Attempting to achieve success skillfully, unless the circumstances were equitable and just.


Enjoyin' life so much, I taste death in the air
Finding immense pleasure and enjoyment in life, to the extent that I can sense the presence of death looming in the surrounding atmosphere.


It smell like a chocolate eclair, you got the right to be scared
The scent resembles that of a chocolate eclair dessert, indicating that it is pleasant yet also suggesting a legitimate reason to feel afraid or threatened.


Shine all day and damn, by night you'll be dead
Exuding confidence and success during the day, but facing potential danger and harm that could result in death during the night.


Grind all day and man, by night you'll be rich
Working tirelessly and consistently throughout the day, and eventually achieving financial wealth and success by night.


By night you'll be rich
During the night, you will have attained riches and prosperity.


Grind all day and man, by night you'll be rich
If you continue to work diligently and persistently throughout the day, you will ultimately achieve wealth and success by night.


Old Man Winter
A humorous reference to oneself or someone else as a personification of the winter season, suggesting a degree of age and experience.




Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Kelvin Budd, Mike Voss

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