Anthony J. Shears - The Art of Survival [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro:
What you gotta ask yourself is

What does it mean to survive

Survive is absolute

And it’s by any means

At least for me

Verse 1:

Lord forgive me, I ain’t prayin’ much lately

I ain’t sayin much lately

Stress got me pins and needles

Got me stayin’ up lately

Like, why they hate me

I know it’s part of the game

But damn, why try and break me

And truthfully, I don’t need their awards

I know what I say is real

So I don’t need their applause

I’m so immersed

So obsessed with this verse

See I’m trying to make things work

But it feels so much worse

Got every spare part

But there ain’t no spare hearts

Trapped my mind and my body but please spare my thoughts

Please

No I’m not something that you should fear

One sell from hell, one gram from 25 years

Shears

Product of public housing

Our living space was crowded

Me and my little brothers, we underneath one cover

Then was the worst nights listening to momma fight

When absent daddy’s who ain't want us

This is our life

I held my brothers tight, like we gonna see the light

Momma by our bedside crying tears of sacrifice

Kings morn the promised praise of princes locked in chains

Yet still we made it and we looked forward to brighter days

When desperation sets in it’ll make you kill your best friend

Its worst than suffocation how you judge that situation

Survival of the fittest goes to the highest bidders

And since our pockets are empty, the world will never miss us

Copyright Shear Genius Productions/The Writer’s Room 412