Kooleidoscope - Rearview [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I look into the eyes of those around me and see them changing
Things they say are sounding kinda different; rearranging
I took the criticism, I sprouted from the hate
And while they were clowning at me, I just countered it with patience
Shit just started paying off; I'm gaining gratification
Lipsticks around the block searching for relations
And it's not really much to me, ain't trying to get under the sheets
Don't want her in my bedroom as much as under these headphones
And you right there, yeah, you're the kinda dude
Who used to call me crazy for keeping my dreams pursued
No, I'm not amazing, but I guess I'm kinda good
And that's the only thing that saved me when nobody understood
Where I came from. I bet you kinda feel the same, huh?
Yeah, I was lame until they put me on this stage, huh?
On the road to peace, steady approaching the change up
I get to see my fate, when all your fantasies are made up

[Hook]
Got a sensation, like something great is near you
No time to waste, racing up ahead, got a clear view
Friends, they pretend; Closer than they appear to be
When I understand the plan; Stuck inside the rearview

[Verse 2]
Man, I've been having these crazy feelings
Lately, I've been praying to divinity to make a million
But it leads to greed, 'til you're chasing infinity
A great amount of anything, whatever it may be
From women, to influence, and abundance of the green
Feening for a fix in your pocket and respiratory
Unfortunately, either way, you need it pumping through your veins
Only way to cope, only prescription for the fame
Only way to gain some recognition in this game
Collective demonstration of success and making change
Only way to attain what some people kill to taste
Selling souls to meet the registration fee in an endless race
Competitions which they'll never place in
Because it's rigged in favor of promoting more commercial faces
Wake me up when the underground's escaping
The silent shadows of an over-crowded basement

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
And at the end of it all, do I have any room to talk?
A victim of the system, between a hard place and a rock
From the tip of the luxury, right up to the downfall
I'll get what I need, whether I peak or sound off
Silent screams, caught between styrofoam walls
Showing my exposition, audience is dozing off
Controlling your will to listen, once the novelty is gone
Is probably my problem, so it's really not your fault
It's really not your fault that my friends keep disappearing
Not your fault the fakes are famous and beefing gets more appealing
As another slave drops; Fresh dirt, turned into ceiling
Just one in the same, but today, you'll call it endearing
But fuck that. All I'm asking for is honesty
Not fabricated praise; Already know my life is promising
No stopping me, the odds to win don't bother me
Sought among the flock, man, I call this shit a prophecy

[Hook]