B Dynasty - Picture Perfect [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1: B Dynasty
Take the picture I rip it up
And then I tape it up
Cuz I can’t stand that I can’t plan where I stand where I been or how I been
Uh, I been going up and down my hear been pounding and beaten so loud that my ears hurt
They don’t work
I take it back to last fall
When I fell on my face when I fell so depressed when I couldn’t stand the test
And every time that I slept I had these dreams of being dead
And man my head it hurts, uh
Skipping time wasting thinking about the next time that I’m gonna rhyme
Cuz that’s the only time when I feel at peace and when these pieces get laid out
And matched up, like a jigsaw puzzle
Man I’m feeling like a rebel
Lemme shoot my automatic, botta, bang, bang, bang
Killing everything in my head every single bit of happiness
Throw it all away
Writing suicide lines, but they’ll kill every beat
Every little piece of me gets thrown into this music
And makes a picture so you can picture
Every little thang that I’m going through
Every little pain that I feel
Should you take me seriously?
Take a look at me no mirror the mirror never told me why this guy
Is so misunderstood
He’s a standup guy on the outside on the inside he’s laying down defeated
And the feat is just too big
Oh whoa as me, I can’t sleep
I went 3 days with no sleep and that whole time it’s eating me
And I’m feeling so low like the sun at night
No one gonna miss me I couldn’t care less
I’m going through it now every single thing around me
I can’t find the meaning
It’s meaning less to me
But depression didn’t win
I just took my pen gave God my heart
Got a notebook and that’s all it took
So I use this pen as glue to stick the shattered pieces in this frame
And show you me a perfect picture of humanity
There’s more to me that I can’t see
Momma always said never play with fire
But I’m the torch so I bring the fire help enlighten you reveal to you this Revelation
Of a broken nation
So filled with hatred
I need a spaceship get me out of here
The spacing in my head is an overload there’s an overload of crap and trash in this world
Man I told ya we live in the slums
Look what we’ve done to God’s perfect picture