Blue November - Glory [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Blue November]
Count the mathematics
I'm out for presidents to stop the mothafucking madness
They see the cabbage, stick to rapping
Get a bandage if you challenge I
Lavish habits in a damaged package
I plan a ravage for a sabbath
With his head up his ass
You been lying to the youth, with a crutch in your hand
We come from poverty, ain't no fucking God in this land
Kinda odd to me, my Odyssey is up in my hands
And honestly I exist, in audibly
Atrocity stricken kids
With analogies written is
Reality in this bitch
You niggas who witness it
Just apart of a bigger pic
I heard competition was missing up in my city
Left Field came to riot and leave this shit looking gritty
Don't ever overlook us, you looking for an exit well nigga we over took it
Mark made the beat I decided to fucking rip it
I birthed this mothafucka it's only right that I finish it

[Verse 2: Blue November]
Get to working, only way to the surface
I am, just a hermit who's purpose to be a burden to rappers who think they certain
This ain't no pop shit I spit it from a Glocks tip
Try to mock it I promise you'll leave unconscious
The diligence of a privileged kid is so rigorous
How rigged is it that we're trained to kill since a lil' kid?
Set for failure I set my sails for a higher bid, bitch