Kiyanosh Sahebi - Solitude [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
I'm having realizations, well they're more like nightmares
Cause the music business ain't quite fair
What if I fail in school and my raps too?
I don't know why I ask you
I've never been this scared or this excited
When reality hits I feel I always try to fight it
Pain from the past I always try to hide it
They acknowledge the greatest minds but only to confine em
Instead of hittin books I'm always writing verses
And I fucking hope that it's all gonna be worth it
And I know I won't, grow to be perfect
I just hope I'm not cursed with being so fucking worthless
I tell myself that it's workin
Type in "How to be the greatest of all time" then search it
And I've always, been so certain
That I can make this into my career, yet my brain keeps ailing
And they keep hating
But I couldn't give a fuck my only fear is failing
I'm scared of disappointing my mum
I wish I could go back to that fucking trip in Vietnam
But now I'm back In school, constantly zonin out
And I think it's cool that there's still so much we don't know about
But I do know my mum has suffered so let's relieve her
More quality time and less of that stress reliever
Although it's not the worst for you it's not the bestest either
And imma keep on making songs till they're as seft as ether

And there's so many problems on this planet
Think about all those little things you take for granted
But we all just got our iris on Miley Cyrus
Ignore the silence, we ignore anything we're not desirin
9 children murdered, nobody cares but
Yet on the news is Jennifer Lawrence's new haircut
And that's fucked up in my opinion
If your opinion is different I guess that that's fair enough
And why does god just stare at us?
Isn't he meant to take care of us?
If he's seeing all this destruction and doing nothing
Then I guess that he's just trying to embarrass us
And if I'm gods creation then start explainin
Why the fuck religion ruined my nation
We're not aware enough
And fuck the Grammy's tho
Talented artists judged by the industry faggots all as a part of the puppet show
And fuck the industry for encouraging infamy
Mix the cries with the rain, you have yourself a symphony
You have yourself a symphony
You have yourself a symphony..