Granyte - Notebooks [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Spilling my soul into the pages of these notebooks/
No shows booked, still writing my own hooks/
I've known crooks, had my hope shook/
But I'm still screaming fuck the world like I'm supposed to/ x2

Spilling my soul into the pages of these notebooks/
Mou tanoshimi ga nai, I had hoped to/
Take over this game, bringing back the old school/
But this depression got me asking the fuck am I supposed to do/
I hate it demo mada rappa ni naritai/
I can't step back, I just fucking love rocking mics/
Suicide or success, kono ending ga wakaranai/
And this great divide ha chou bakudai/
If I fall in, can I climb out/
Are riches and bitches all life's about/
If I can just get some success, then I'll die proud/
Do I even wanna be normal, if so Christ how/
My mind racing embracing these pages/
My aim is to be extraordinary, done with time wasting/
Upscaling my pride, if I die I'll die saying/
Fuck this industry, on my own terms, I'll make it/

Spilling my soul into the pages of these notebooks/
No shows booked, still writing my own hooks/
I've known crooks, had my hope shook/
But I'm still screaming fuck the world like I'm supposed to/ x2

Let me remind you I'm the anti-paradigm/
When words and rhymes combine, I visualize/
A new era of phrases that incite/
A well time revival, refining the idols/
Hype you up like strychnine, there ain't no stopping me/
Subconsciously auditing all the thoughts of snobbery/
Building this animosity preks up this monstrocity/
Inside my mind, fangs enlarge with this ferocity/
And I just wanna rip someone apart and watch them bleed/
Sharpen my tongue and cut them to pieces with this techinque/
Fuck all who impede me, ore ha saikou ainiku/
Kono kotoba ha ganchiku no aru/
So you can call me a nerd, and say I can't rap/
Blast back with an attack that knocks you flat/
On your ass so fast, won't have time to take off the mask/
And show you my face, until your vision turns black/

Spilling my soul into the pages of these notebooks/
No shows booked, still writing my own hooks/
I've known crooks, had my hope shook/
But I'm still screaming fuck the world like I'm supposed to/ x2

So we've established I'm a sucidal diciple/
Gun to my head, hand on a bible/
Just praying for a savior to take away this homocidal/
Rage, caged in my mind, straightjackets and asylums/
I'm losing my faith, and my sanity daily/
Feels like I'm just another pawn in this grand scheme/
Demanding that I give more, as my days sneak/
Closer to the end of my line, am I going crazy/
Just maybe, I can make it to the end of this game/
And obtain my fame without becoming ashamed/
Of who I am inside, and stop the complaining/
But I really don't think that this music can sustain me/
Tired of the stress, and this gun can take it away/
Done wasting space, it's in my nature to way/
The pros and the cons it's a dangerous game/
The lord may have giveth life, but I can taketh away/

Spilling my soul into the pages of these notebooks/
No shows booked, still writing my own hooks/
I've known crooks, had my hope shook/
But I'm still screaming fuck the world like I'm supposed to/ x2