Marcus Goodine - The Journey [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by Saxon and P.R.E.A.C.H.]

[Intro- P.R.E.A.C.H.]
Yeah

South Carolina stand up!
Let's go

Yo, this goes out to all of the blogostpheres
2DopeBoyz, The Smoking Section, lets go!

Yeah
I don't know if ya'll ready
I don't know if ya'll ready for the real
The TOO real
Without further a due (Yeah)
I Present to you, (Yo)
It's 12:55, Marcus
Time to show them what up!

[Verse 1: Marcus Goodine]
The walk on uneven sand, a foundation in jeopardy
The cost of knowledge for man, an expense of that was left for me
Pressure that rose after the murder of my brother James
Had me at my lowest knowing things would never be the same
Swimming to the bottom of a bottle, trying to drown my pain
Watching time pass on my dreams in a lane I drove insane
So now I'm trying find an exit I can merge into
But weed, women, and alcohol are detours to from whence I came
And this is all I hear about from these rappers today
A thirst trap on Instagram is just a scroll away
All these distractions from the pain I felt inside
And now my son is diagnosed with autism outside this masquerade
Not that I'm fake, I just have to hold face as a father
And a lead tech in Powerframe or expect to be fired
And this is not an option, so everyday I take the role of clocking in as Dr. Scholls cuz I'm his sole provider
Common expression, skills bend to create deception
For the equal and opposite of direction
Within truth behind the mask of these modern day misconceptions
An expansion of wealth verses the cost and debt tied to acceptance
If you can't empathize with that there's nothing left say
The bed you make is what you wake up in the next day
And praises to Allah for the struggles I have to battle with, cuz from the hand of Iblis is divine teaching to pave the way
They telling me that I'm gifted with this art of rap
It's hard to find a place to fit when it's all about trap
That's why I slowed my words down when I wrote this track
So people of languages will know that I'm that dangerous
Taking the route of those building pipe dreams through their laziness
All I hear from these niggas is some shallow facetiousness
I'm from a place they lay waste to people successful
With pill poppers and crystal meth heads the children look up to
Uh, the college drop out, realization of being boxed in
Lead by the heart, the North Star in which the passion locks in
Henry Ossawa of the metaphysical conceit coming through your speakers, you hear the flow of this oxytocin
All brought to you by the lowest rank state in education
From Walnut Street, the motivation
Just some food for thought, my salmagundi through soliloquy
Saxon gave it that heat but you won't find this on your favorite station
I've sent hundreds of music submission that didn't get far, treated as spam and told I wasn't up to par
BEWARE from the Smoking Section hit me saying I was close
Maybe he was blowing smoke, but shit that still would make me the cigar
The reach from afar, shining bright with all jokes aside, as the Sirius star
Willing to teach'em all
Patients on the journey with the key to start the car
Opportunity in sight of my destiny's call, Inshallah

[P.R.E.A.C.H.]
Wooooooo!

What!

Ridiculous!

Marcus Goodine, Yall! Ladies and Gentlemen

Shout out to Sax. Yo, Shout out to Rush

Doing it dirty out here, son!

Uh, oh shit

Aye yo, Marcus. While I'm over here tearing these keys up, you know what I'm say,why don't you go ahead and toss them a few bars

[Marcus Goodine]
Uh, Brooklyn Who birthed me, Carolina who raise a G
Used collect bottle caps off the sidewalk
Rolling through the streets of Medina
Traded in for a pair of jeans covered in red dirt
Yo my mom was pissed that I stained some things
All I ever wanted was the chance to bring my message to you

[P.R.E.A.C.H.]
Something for the heart felt

[Marcus Goodine]
It's true that I had fallen, but all I ever wanted was the chance to bring this message to you

[P.R.E.A.C.H.]
I don't know if these cats ready for the real message

[Marcus Goodine]
But Ya'll don't feel me though