Da Grym Reefer - Real Eyes Realize Real Lies [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Da Grym Reefer) Verse 1

From the depths of hell
From the cradle to the grave
On this planet-tation planet
Everybody born a slave

From day one had to struggle
Until you learned to hustle
Then you learned it wasn't
Who you are, but what you have
That made them love you

(And why?)
Cause you can't take it with you
When you die
So if you make your ends by any means
They say you fry

So why should I try to live like I'm the perfect guy
When even the preacher living like religion is a lie

What's the connection 'tween this life and the next life?
Most life is spent worrying about post life
Host life eternally wishes that is was most life
And I'm so like: "What the hell you doing with your life?"

Worrying about each other like we have no life
Ignoring the ones who really
Try to grow life

You think you're 'Big Pimpin' living the "ho's life"
We're all living but nobody really knows life

(Miss Joyce) Chorus

The world in which we live
Can be so cold
Learn to survive this life
With a heart of stone
Real Eyes realize real lies
You must hold your own
We walk in the valley
So the path is long
And they wonder why we act this way
My reply is just to live to see another day
They ask why we choose to roam alone
Because we chose to go
The less traveled road

(Tension Relief) Verse 2

Head across the River Styx to get back home
Feels like I'm lost in the realm where the blacks roam
They say that white's right and black's wrong
That's why a fitted crown of thorns adorned the king's black dome
How come the truth you tell ain't what you say it is?
If you just solely after riches, yous a Paganist
Show me a republican and I'll show you a Satanist
Only kids play games and I ain't trying to babysit
What you after, the riches? The gold?
I'm trying to talk God into saving your soul
Peter, don't close the pearly doors
I hope to get in before this Earth implodes
How could I possibly forget? The fire drew me out
Strung from a dogwood in the dirty south
When i die, just put a quarter in my mouth
Weeping willow sag extra low in front of the house

(Miss Joyce) Chorus