Sistanem by Jid Lyrics Meaning – Unraveling the Layers of Life, Love, and Legacy
Lyrics
Look, you told me never let this get ahold of me
You hate to see me hurt you want to hurt someone for me
Way too down to earth, don’t do no dirt for me please
I don’t need nobody else takin’ a deal or a plea
God know what I’m doin’ he gon’ deal with me
Niggas ain’t cut like that, but you’ll kill for me
And I don’t care if we don’t speak for like a million weeks
You right there when I need you
But I know these ain’t your kind of people
I finally bought a home to raise my family
I’m done with all the hoes and they anatomies
I tried to call yo’ phone again, you said it wasn’t on
And by the time you got my letter I was long gone
Back on the road, gone with the wind blows
Packin’ the shows, hoes and the nymphos
Platinum and gold, you know how this shit go
When family’s gone, you don’t know what you here for, uh
Just remember, remember who I am, mmh
Mommies, daughters, martyrs, callers
Ballers, fathers, all the fallen
Mommies, daughters, martyrs, callers
Ballers, fathers, all the fallen
Look, you said I shouldn’t worry ’bout the fame
You seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game
‘Cause soon as niggas get a lil’ change, niggas change
And playin’ with the Lord’s name sayin’ it in vein
You head the song and said I did the same thang
You seein’ something different in my eyes and she emphasized
And I ain’t get it at the time, I couldn’t listen
Had to call her back, line packed, sold out tickets
I’m on the wrong track, road back
Fuck it, I’m hittin’ it on the road
I’ma bulldoze the globe for the dough
She know she happy that we doin’ better than before
As long as I’m sellin’ shows, you ain’t sellin’ for your soul
I felt like she yellin’ like Azealia in that megaphone
Said I’ma hit you in the mornin’ keep your message on
I did my set then sat alone for a second by myself
Ask questions, choices, destination
Courses, highway routes, Royces
Rollin, voices, goin’ on and on and on, it’s noisy
I’m not the only one affected by the poison in the mind
In the lifestyle, the shine from the iced out diamonds
That combine with misogynistic mindsets
Dialect from slave, die tribe, they tryin’ dissect to re-digest
I toss that mindset overboard like an object
I’m tryin’ to find a letter to the Lord from the projects
‘Cause when I was a boy I didn’t know that we was poor
And now I’m on tour got a moment to explore
And show my niggas soemthin’ we ain’t never seen before
Open doors so you know I’m goin’
Back on the road, gone with the wind blows
Packin’ the shows, hoes and the nymphos
Platinum and gold, you know how this shit go
When family’s gone, you don’t know what you here for, uh
Just remember, remember who I am, mmh
Mommies, daughters, martyrs, callers
Ballers, fathers, all the fallen
Mommies, daughters, martyrs, callers
Ballers, fathers, all the fallen
Why do I get so damn high that I can’t feel my face?
Try and try to free my mind but I can’t find a way
Why do I get so damn high that I can’t feel my face?
Try and try to free my mind but I can’t find a way
Look, I never gave that much a fuck about this shit
To let it challenge my integrity
But you questioning me got me you thinkin’ less of me
The lesson in this shit is we should talk
Face to face, fuck the messagin’
Meet me in the flesh and you can see I’m still lil’ Destin
Lil’ brubby, lil’ BB bald head as a baby in the Huggies
Stuntin’ like my dad I’m a druggie
Money in my hands but it’s bloody
Try to understand if you love me, ayy
Make plans we can roll like the old days
Facetime call came with a stone-cold face
We don’t talk often when we do we send, “Are you okay”
Somebody fuckin’ with you I’m on the way, it’s on the waist
I could tell the way you look that ain’t the case
Figured you was mad at me
When you said you need a break from the family
And you not participatin’ in no Pagan holiday gatherings
And ever since I started rappin’ I ain’t never in Atlanta too long
And I hate havin’ to only see the family when somethin’ bad happen
Like when granny passed I ain’t wanna answer the phone
Writin’ in my pad, hope I don’t rememeber this wrong
Last time I seen you we was sending her home
October, November, December was gone
But on the 25th we gotta be there for Mom
I’m talkin’ to you now but can I see you tomorrow?
I can be on the way soon as I finish this song
So you can see I’m still true in everything that I been doing
And I don’t fuck with the Devil but I know he pursuin’
And I know that Jesus died thirty-three like Ewing
And he prolly did the same shit that we like doing
I now you gotta feel the animosity brewing
It’s gettin’ bad and I’m sad our relationship ruined over some trash
But it’s past that
Send me all the money that I gave you over CashApp back
Since you actin’ as if
We’re sorry, you have reached a number that is- (aw)
That’s fucked up (that’s fucked up, man, that’s right)
In the vast trove of hip-hop’s reflective and confessional branches, few songs crystallize an artist’s internal conflict and external challenges like JID’s ‘Sistanem.’ This tour de force, nested within poetic bars and a haunting mantra, lays bare the complex tapestry of familial bonds, career pressures, and the quest for self-preservation amidst the intoxicating allure of fame.
As we wade through the vivid imagery of JID’s storytelling, one can’t help but be drawn into a world where success and sacrifice interplay. It’s a heartfelt chronicle of someone grappling with the essence of their being, their place in the world, and the echoes of choices reverberating through generations. Buckle up; we’re about to dissect the sinew of ‘Sistanem,’ a song that’s far more than the sum of its rhymes.
Navigating the Tug-of-War Between Stardom and Roots
JID articulates an inherent duel within – the longing for his roots while being swept by the winds of fame. The narrative starts with an intimate confession to a loved one’s protective instincts, yet he refuses their desire to ‘do no dirt’ for him. His independence is palpable, but the tug-of-war is just beginning.
The song’s chorus acts as a beacon, reminding JID of the familial and historical context from which he hails. ‘Mommies, daughters, martyrs, callers, Ballers, fathers, all the fallen,’ he chants, honoring the collective memory and struggles of his community and loved ones, imploring us all to ‘remember who I am’ amidst the flash of platinum and gold that beckons.
A Homage to the Family Tree
‘Sistanem’ doesn’t shy away from laying out JID’s filial affections. The artist reveals the dual life of receiving adulation on stage while dealing with the complexities of familial relationships. This hall of mirrors is reflective of the duality many face – the person they are at home with family, versus the persona on full display to the world.
Moreover, the song strikes a chord of lament, hinting at missed connections, communication lost to the void of distance, and time. JID underscores the harsh truth: success can alienate those you hold dear, and a call home can feel like a line cast across an expanse too vast to bridge.
The Hidden Meaning of ‘Sistanem’: Legacy and Lament
What ‘Sistanem’ hides beneath its melodic beats is an elegy to innocence lost and the omnipresent shadow of fame’s bonfires. The seductive nature of success contrasts sharply with the artist’s sense of responsibility toward those who grounded him before his ascent into the limelight.
The lyric ‘Now you gotta feel the animosity brewing’ captures the poison seeping into relationships once pure. JID’s poignant words bridge the gap between the accused indifference fame brings and the genuine struggle to maintain roots that fame often severs.
A Vivid Reminder in Memorable Lines
JID’s craftsmanship with words yields lines that etch themselves into memory, painting a detailed picture of his thoughts and feelings. ‘And I hate havin’ to only see the family when somethin’ bad happen,’ he confesses, a line that echoes with truth for many who find themselves distant from loved ones until tragedy calls them back.
The striking line ‘And I don’t fuck with the Devil, but I know he pursuin” epitomizes the song’s central conflict – the battle against the influences and temptations that fame brings, and the struggle to retain the self amidst chaos.
A Portrait of Introspection and Resolution
By the end of ‘Sistanem,’ JID presents a portrait of an individual at a crossroads. His reflections on family, fame, and his younger self are not simply introspections but are a resolution to remain steadfast to his values, despite the seductive and destructive potential of the path he’s on.
The sobering closure of the song, with JID requesting the return of his financial support via CashApp, because ‘since you actin’ as if,’ implies a jarring resolution to forcibly correct the course of a relationship gone awry, signifying not just an end but a new, clarified beginning.
