Emɐnuǝl X - Blood Diaries [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

As I read blood diaries

They inspire me/




To wonder why suicide still

Happens in our society/




Killuminati, keeping a

Watchful eye on me/




The irony is that they see

Nothing in its entirety/




I couldn't tell you if secret

Clubs are killing the wise/




But if they were, to tell the

Truth, I wouldn't be surprised/




I'll Say this once so exercise

Keenness because I mean this/




I fear of dying under the

Weight of my own genius/




I've seen it happen in

Cycles over our history/




The mystery of people dead

At the hands of their misery/




All the signs leading up to it

Locked up in ya journal/




Trade blood for ink on ya last

Page and your choice is eternal/




Hook:




You hide ya pain

& I'm sure you could lie to me/




But everything is revealed

In ya blood diary/




...Spillin out on ya blood diary/




...Pouring out on ya blood diary/




You hide ya pain

& I'm sure you could lie to me/




But everything is revealed

In ya blood diary/




...Pourin out on ya blood diary/




...Spillin out on ya blood diary/




A king in the motherfuckin flesh, feelin

Blessed as I cherish every breath/




I really value hearing, though

I cherish every sense/




Because without any music

That would really be me deaf (death)/




Double entendre

Motherfuckin monsta/




Are we talking pressure points

Or are we talking chakra's?/




You run with 3 9's so

Bitches call you Larry Czonka/




I run with two bitches

One's Faith, the other's Karma/




Murder & suicide is

One in the same/




One's from insufficient blood in

The veins, the others vain/




Regardless, death is the

Subject of pain/




And pain is the subject

Leaving all your diaries stained/




A cruel world, to know the

Truth is to tell a lie/




So much pain, fuck the

Truth, when you'd rather die/




Barely words just blood

Is all that tells your story/




But blood holds no glory

If it can't tell my story for me/




Inside the mind of a man

Who planned his last hour/




I see killing yourself takes

Much more than man power/




But with the motivation it

Takes to end heart beats/




Put that toward a set

Of values thicker than concrete/




See the future, see what

You could become/




Anything is better than

Seeing the eye of a gun/




And they say the tongue

Is mightier than all swords/




But it's crazy how much pain

Lies in a page of your words/





Hook:




You hide ya pain

& I'm sure you could lie to me/




But everything is revealed

In ya blood diary/




...Spillin out on ya blood diary/




...Pouring out on ya blood diary/




You hide ya pain

& I'm sure you could lie to me/




But everything is revealed

In ya blood diary/




...Pourin out on ya blood diary/




...Spillin out on ya blood diary/




Spoken Word:




As more youth kills

Themselves slowly/




I feel a presence more

HOLY control me/




With limitations of

Police who patrol me/




I feel like self expression nowadays

Can get me twenty to 40/




Our generation holds

Most if not everything in/




Because we we're never shown

How to live within our own skin/




With distractions on our

Monitors and cell phone screens/




Technology provides a veil

To hide behind our dreams/




But once were seen and

Exposed for who we are/




We seek death as the cure

To escape our permanent scars/




Nobody knows us better than

Our tweets, journals, and statuses/




But self induced pain for

Some is an expressive additive/




Times get hard but please

Keep the persistence/




Because everything in the

Universe has means of existence/




They makin us hate ourselves

For their own personal growth/




But money and diamonds

Can't outlast our powerful quotes/




- Emanuel X