Armani White - Malfunction 2.0 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Armani White:]

Every thought starts with a deep breath.. And easy as it is to inhale I hope you excell while your impelled on the best trial and when blinded by engagements, just see the flesh through the mesh veil.. I am me still even when my words are shield free. Been at work for Three Weeknds filled with helium.. Pressure for those who claimed they're tired when we wheelie em. I twist swords of those who's willing to wield em. Words that can shake spears, break tears than build em. Not too focus on whoevers in that plane, i'd rather fill mines and field them! Bearing that im leather grown. Even to Heir that im next up is forever toned, veterans said with your metronome I hope you shed a throne embezzled with Rosetta stone! So every one can take part in.. Even the ones that wanna make a stack so they throw a card in. Trust is just as appealing, give emotions a pardon, Adjust in your feelings at hand but be just in your dealings. I'm not a rapper, nor a poet. I'm a philosopher. No kin cuz even family will balance options just to pocket from profiters. I can hear the ghosts around.. But revoke the sound. Now whether fact or fiction, I attach my diction operas my chakra attracts the friction. All these compact depictions I put into my labor contracts addictions. This is the exact tradition that impacts remission. I always been a open man, drifting away but so close to your token plans as I gloat and stand with this rope in hand.. Because if promises were meant to be broken, we live in a broken land. Where they give open decisions to worship broken religions where we become shattered followers, to believe no one is greater than another gives us a patterned caliber.. You're defined by your journey.. Designed by your learnings, but aligned by your earnings and that's the part that gets me. They tell me be I can be whoever I wanna be but when can I be myself? Free from belts.. I created a map of this and mastered this. You don't wanna see my castor mist. You blasphemous pastors are masochist preaching paths that'll lead to failure, I recede from pelter and exceeded elders! Cause what you called the wrong road lessened me to my destiny.. So where my style bumps in, inside this wild junction is I flagged the trial judgement and I added malfunction...