Kullizun - July Flowers [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Kullizun]
Losing all my sight
Inside my mind where I remind
Myself of all the troubles haunting me
With every skip of life
Punctured twice in both my eyes
Discrete but surely all the lies
Will never fuckin compromise
The family ties that hold me down
And held me back like all this time
You'll never see me cross that line
Bitches plenty by the plenty
They just keep waiting in line
I got mine so don't you mind
We all just evil darker sides
Of what we were as little kids
But now we've seen a thousand lives
Baby, baby, numb me down and give me all you got
Smokin' pot like its the rock, crack cocaine addicted, watch
Kurt Kobane will make the shots as the teens will take the shots
And the spirit in the building manifests like creepin' cops
Keep on movin', don't you stop
Even if you wanna clock
How forever will take hours, but for minutes, we don't got
We got streets to make us tough
No one else to blame but us
Let us fall under the rule of getting thrown under the bus

[Hook: Kullizun]
Its July Flowers
Powdered, doused in gun powder by the hour
Shouters, stay near ears, we bring the showers
Start relief at 4:20, its my favorite way to tower
No longer outer shelled, inner ones breaking
World is ours for the taking
Springs another fucking making
Of a classic circle baking
Cashing bowls right after sparking
Feel the marking on my lips after a kiss
Its my anarchy

[Verse 2: Kullizun]
We fighting for the things that don't exist in other realms
Catch a smell of the pollution that's been rotting down in hell
Like a snail, we moving forward but for what the future tells
I got tales to let you know that we are never meant to hail
Crusades over decades, this method that we have
We love it so much that we kill lacking hesitation
Fuckin' nation, fuck inflation, pay for shit we always makin'
One man's trash is mine for takin', I got room for all the hatin'
New school these old broads got new clues for old dogs
Them old tricks don't work ya'll, we strugglin' to pay off
Those bills, oh the bills, we'll be lost and found in thrills
But the moment we don't want it seems we'll never make the mils
Fuckin' bills, oh the chills, feeling lost and found in pills
I will throw up all the chemicals to make my stomach feel
More than real, more than ill, holy hell my greatest fail
Life cast of an outcast will never heal this broken shell

[Hook]
Its July Flowers
Powdered, doused in gun powder by the hour
Shouters, stay near ears, we bring the showers
Start relief at 4:20, its my favorite way to tower
No longer outer shelled, inner ones breaking
World is ours for the taking
Springs another fucking making
Of a classic circle baking
Cashing bowls right after sparking
Feel the marking on my lips after a kiss
Its my anarchy