Emay - Solitude - with hollow pigeons [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yo
The same view Lennon imagined
Pen to the canvas, solitude
I ain't even in that state with the same name
It's like the legend of Kansas
I'm really in misery
Envisioned in symmetry
The balance that I seek is due to the unbalance that I keep
Hidden in, the day breaks with me and
That is why I sleep
When the sun rises my demise is, awake
Funeral, all black everything
But blacks beautiful
So maybe that death was breath
And the darkness is really what consumes that cubicle
Mundanity defeats one sanity, but the beats, are like a crack in the window when it creaks
Cause it takes me to a peak
So peep
I ain't tryna be a sheep, no Bo-Peep
So when life slow blows try to slow-mo creep I don't load fo-fo's I do
Four for Jeep like
The same view Lennon imagined, pen to the canvas solitude
The same view Lennon imagined, pen to the canvas, solitude
My
Mother doesn't believe in me
Wondering why I, can't just conform and live a life of decency
Never A+ student only decent C's
Only bitterness and
Tears never peek and see
And comparing me to peers, so none of these bars bare happieness
Stop preparing me to Cheers, I'm weary and I barely
Need a beer
Going in and out of jobs like odd ones
I'm disengaged, far from merry
My altar faltered when I couldn't alter and sacrifice, maybe I'll be
Frowning in an after life
If so-so be it
I'm hoping this party don't get corrupted, so-so-viet
But most don't see it, see his, cause evidence
Smiles
Disappear so it's imminent
Eminence, I don't really seek anymore
Super Mario N64 infinite staircase
My main aims to my right side
Flamethrower
To my left side
At the moment runnin in the middle so maybe I'll quit rapping when it penetrates the left eye
But I'm a keep pushing til I get by
That's
A train of thought, how I train the thots
No peace but I'm tryna obtain a plot
To build something worth dying for
Time flies might die in four
Do I mean
Minutes or hours, the clocks wings are inpenetrable
The same view Lennon imagined, pen to the canvas, solitude
The same view Lennon imagined
Pen to the canvas, solitude
Can't beat it
Too much chaos is why I jack mics and why I rap nice
A white world, black dice
Knees already sore I ain't
Tryna ask Christ
Every step is the last flight
Oceanic, 815 but I don't even panic
Let the plane split
Maybe I'll gain more courage but the same wit
Assuming I don't die in the process
Transforming "
I-cans" out of "
Not-yets"
But not yet
I made cowardice
The shell of a snail is hard but powerless
Never more slow, sloth-like
So I had to lean left to talk right
And I used to hate politics, until I seen how the stroke of a pen contains dominance
So I'm tellin them be honest because you ain't beyond this
This song is, armed with, sounds of the place I seek