Juwon Simmons - The Poet ('s Tribulation) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse I:

It's hard to tell em why i chose rap
They think its easy but this shit ain't really nothing
Like hit slinging with metal bats
Look at the facts, took a risk that you all do without
Following ma thoughts on wat freedom should really be about
I'm educated in colleges on the world scene
Boy I had to learn it, that real dreamers grow wings
Avarice a crown king, We love to worship it
But I'm in that warship, running circles all over it
Im steady pushing, establishing in my new religion
A new religion where we don't believe in no religion
If God exists, then I bet he'll comprehend it
We been kicked unto the curb, been broken with no amends
But ambitions still tall, and we don't stop pushing
Till we breaking boundaries like the Berlin walls
Till we hear the last call
And blessings like the rains in the fall
We tearing up the sky to let it pour out

Hook:

We're still here, whether it's upside down
Or inside out, we're still here
And we ain't going nowhere, x2



Verse II:

We be the lyrical equivalent of mathematics
Been complicated and hated like we're some bad habits
But you will all have it, and dont pretend that you don't need it , coz we'll leave you blind till you all see it
It doesn't matter if you can't
But I'm happy that I took up my position
Determined to be a better man
I'm an epitome of perseverance ,opposing tides
Still afford to show the world my benevolence
My relevance, ain't we the ghosts of the first class
And we're the legacy of times past
Vast be the present but we grab it
Show the people we got it, and we don't need approval
We already validate it
Liberation is a state of mind, but in the freedom that we're given
Still enslaved, yet we thinking that we really fine
Living the illusion of a fool, but still we stay wishing
Writing melodies , while our souls cry

Hook:

We're still here, whether it's upside down
Or inside out, we're still here
And we ain't going nowhere, x2


VERSE III:

Put on verse with metaphors on divine levels
But y'all stupid, like cursed by a retarded devil
We dumb it down, into the gravel, its simplified
But they don't get the point like a fat belly with no navel
Yea we gave it all, we poetically stand tall
Do it till we fall down, drop
We're Six feet deep into the dirt, and we do it for what it's worth
We recycle trashed minds from the rubble,The ashes
We're peaking into space like the Hubble, new paradigm
Played the underground like a subterranean piano
Pied piper , symphony is strife, so we aim high
Instead of seeking night stars, you be after fast cars
Tryna live a dream, had you sleeping with your eyes open
Nose bleeding, hope choking, sight blinding
I serve with delicacy, my verbal terminologies
Punctuated ideas, with apostrophes, coz I am a poet