Jordan Butler - The Craft [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Work your craft
Sculptors of sound, Create your Graph
Text writ to formulate scripts on the pages I tag
Is part of art
The lines ride rhythm when I space them apart
Samples start, I navigate them like stars, and smash the night
Shattered fragments rain like showers of comets against the sky line
Reflecting light, beacons of bright, providing insight
Moments of calm, instinctively blind
I let the beat lead the way and then it guides me to write
I move my hand
Trace passion leaving parts of my soul
Footsteps on the road I walk to destiny's hold
Changeless forms are ever changing, I just roll with the flow
And let it go
Relax control, I feel at one with the peace
Express relief
Bitter sweet, why I leak to the beat
I seek escape from my nightmares that never cease
As demons creep, pens weep and Hip-Hop rocks them to sleep
My science fleets constructing math while piecing patterns, adding bricks to the path

While those who lay, their heads to sleep, all through the night, my pen, she weeps
While those who lay, their heads to sleep, all through the night, my pen, she weeps
She weeps

I bring the rains
Harsh features through expressions of pain
Decayed remains, after time like cracked throw ups on trains
They fade away
I travel tracks as night gives way to the day
Across the planet by the shadows urban's working its trade
The pulse race
Supplying sound through the city's lit veins
Generate base
While it sleeps, sprayers paint up it's face
The spoken word's complimented when its structured in ways
Just close your eyes and drift with haze while the beautiful loops play
Programmed
Genetically made up to master word plans
Applying craft with mind and my hands
I draw up diagrams
Sketch schemes
Composing pictures moving art where its seen
I float through airwaves riding bars as I dream
Reflections cast, paged verses match my image on glass
Grow seeds in diaphragms, from embryo's, synopsis's hatch
The vibes I catch, trip triggers and it's rhymes I dispatch
With deepest substance, feel I'm cursed, the reason being, cause I carry the Craft

While those who lay, their heads to sleep, all through the night my pen, she weeps
While those who lay, their heads to sleep, all through the night my pen, she weeps
She weeps

Whats Love?
Infatuated, feelings to much and you loose touch
Become absorbed with the urge and the rush
I flow alone, as oceans cold pour in from rivers that gush
Voices whisper in the depths I relentlessly forbade them to hush
I'm restless
My tendencies render me jealously in fluxed impulses of lust
Hyper intensity
In every nerve of me, deservedly, I'm lacking in trust
Echos haunt me to the core of my soul, disturb the dust
My banks burst
And I'm exposed for every fiber I'm worth
Resurrection projected and I give lyrical birth
A locker of hurt
Kept safe for tiny worlds I've crushed
In grains of sand, that stretch for deserts cried the sea's that I've swam and came back
Even stronger from the brink of the black
Calculate position, I'm strategic with tact
Weave Craft
When resources are tapped, I'm held trapped
In a cycle always pulling me back
The unknown
When beats drop and then I ride out alone
Kept at bay til keys play, tapping notes on my bones
When I'm enticed I slip away and dip back into night
As cold as Fahrenheit
Frozen, I'm suspended, Cast the Craft when I write