King F.A.M.E. - Closer Now (Ruff Mix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: King F.A.M.E.]
Ch-yea, ch-yea!
What up [jer?]


[Bridge: King F.A.M.E.]
I’m getting lost in religion, riddled with indecision
Society is trying to beat us down into submission
Political refugees, prisoners of a movement
In bulletproof SUVs, living life in seclusion


[Hook: Sean Divine x2]
Can you show me what it’s all about?
Do you hear me when I’m calling out?
As the lights dim lower
I really need you closer now


[Verse 1: King F.A.M.E.]
They call me F.A.M.E. Guevara
I’m a musical militant
No 2Pac, the new Pac
I’m unusually diligent
My generation’s belligerent
They’re ignorant to global views
You could tell that we a lost cause
Just by the local news
Get me in the vocal booth
I’ll give you the woeful truth
Leading by example
I’m just trying to save the hopeful youth
What the hell I’m supposed to do?
My generation is dying fast
They’re being led astray
And decimated by a higher class
Assimilation, misinformation dissemination
No innovation, it best describes our generation
Pop culture penetration, Illuminati initiations
Lyrical eviscerations, man I hope I’m grasping my dissertations
No intimidation, at times I feel out of control
Sometimes I feel Satan is on a war path
Protecting my body and soul
I’m watching a foe
And hope that I’m making a change
Most people would have gave up
Somehow I’m embracing the pain


[Hook x2]


[Verse 2: King F.A.M.E.]
I was outcasted by society
Misinterpreted what love was
My mother was no angel
She hit hard, and loved thugs
My father never stayed around
To see if I would be shit
The girl I’m smashing
Said I look like a Pharaoh from Egypt
My life’s a solar eclipse, what’s the pretense?
In the event of my death
I pray to the heavens I have enough time to repent
I pray that my legends is cement
I pray that my corpse looks decent
And it’s descent, cause I’d rather be dead
Than getting processed in the precinct
I do this in remembrance of, leaving remnants of
All the independents out there that’s searching for endless love
My niggas and some senseless thugs
I’m just trying to get these plugs, flip these drugs
Low key without catching fifty slugs


[Hook x2]