B.I.N.I. - Seven Years [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Seven Years:

Chorus:

Pain, tears, hate and suffer
Depression make us weak, not tougher
Life was a struggle with mud and tears in seven years (In Seven Years). X2

Verse 1:

He had no one to lean on
No one he could trust
Only shit around him was nothing but dust
Became more and more lonely as well introspective
He never played with those who were socially active

He hated school even though he always showed up
Teachers disliked him because he was so fucked up
All he cared about was his sticks and his mad skills
And hoped one day his sticks would pay his bills

Thanks too a cocky old man´s (mish) jealousy, he was dropped from a four dates tour back in 03
He remained focus even though his sticks were shelved
Time to go indie and get real cash for the sells

Four letters gave him a chance to be admired
Underestimated till he spat out a fire
He was than put on to put out a classic with the peers and than one night he screamed out cheers. (Chorus X4)

Verse 2:

Too lazy too get a job, wanted to feel free
Penniless as kid make a kid thinking why me
Shoplifting with the peers started Monday and others motor scooters ended up at the highway
He was later caught and found guilty in the courtroom
A community service had to be done before June
His probation made him think twice and look for cash
But a flashback brought him to hell and back to past

Why did she let that man come in the fucking house and abuse him?
The kid was left with blood, hate and confusion
How could she stare at her child getting hurt?
Look at her now; her soul is living with a curse
The curse came from the kid´s mighty bodyguard
This mighty bodyguard healed kid´s ugly scars
The kid still hate the monster, still hate the gambler
But want the monster too remember:

His face is like the kid´s face; too the kid the monster is a disgrace
They got the same blood and got the same flesh, his dying so they don´t have the same breath
The monster´s heart is so weak; soon the monster is dead meat
Death is getting closer every time he speaks
He hates you, would kill you, cut your balls, cut your head and leave you dead
(Chorus)