Clarky - Invisible Prison [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse1; (Clarky)
I'm caught in this invisible prison;
Its difficult living; when the visual is hidden
Typical kid with a little bit of lip;
Never thought before he did; didn't; listen to advice given;
Living ridiculed; limits minuscule by different
Fictual words given; by, individuals;
Its hard to be original; when rudeness is typical
They Spit at you; knock you down and kick at you; listen...
I was only fourteen; half way through middle-school
Sitting with this guy chillin; bunning bud so critical
Feeling like a criminal; blazed i'm feeling mythical
Spitting couple lyrics on a riddim rhyming syllables
Picture all; the dealings that i done; when they come
Town; run, when i hit em; so i left em looking miserable
Reminiscing that day; what happened weren't no myrical;
Took on the whole click & went sick; HYSTERICAL!



Hook;
Still i; feel; imprisoned in my mind; within time...
A victim; til it's lifted from your mind; sickest crime...
Know i'll kill it till i die; but they don't like that!
Try to criticise the underdog? ..dog bites back! (+4)

Verse 2: (Cliche)
I feel imprisoned in my mind; But now I'm setting it free
Imma kill it till I die then il be resting in peace
They're trying to control us and take away our options
So we put the bars on the beat and show them our concoctions
Imma take it to the top and imma be spiritual explain what's happening and imma be lyrical
Cos ppl out there think it's norm ya na
But I'm gonna expose there formula
Add religion,divide the people and take away there decisions
I ain't no Mathematician but to me that's a hell of a division
I swear theses officials should be in the criminal system
For kidnap they try put us in an invisible prison
But the revolution will come il never be a prisoner
And if you follow my bars il show you my vision bruh
Never hold me back na you never see refrainment
Like Luke I'm giving the streets entertainment


Verse 2;



Hook: (x2)


Verse 3; (Clarky)
Its almost like i'm stranded..
Abandoned in the sadness of the world that we have damaged;
Commanded to expand it.. a world that we have challenged;
All that I demand is; that you can understand this... when;
The axis; collapses-in, the world that you was handed..
It's granted it will vanish; and the blackness you won't stand it
And it; crumbles; i'll be humble to not panic you..
But i'm a fraction too.. trapped into this tragic rooze...

(Cliche)
I'm a fraction too trapped into this tragic rooze
Turn in the TV and all I see is tragic news
They say we're free but then I start to wonder
If we are trapped in a invisible prison
And our national insurance is a number
Our clothes are prison issue with invisible stripes cos the only time I feel free is when I'm spitting on mics
I start to think freedom is just a thing within
They try trap us with our own fingerprints