MastodonRare - The Winter [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
This is everything I thought it would be
I just hope I could be everything you thought I could be
Cling to your dreams and don't let them crumble
I'll be here to lend a hand in any struggle
But just in case we fall
I hope they find us in the winter
That's me being optimistic thinking I could ever win
But when that cold wind blows in
Just know that I never left you alone and I wrote you this song to sing for the moment

[Verse]
That's why I write like Imma die if I put the pen down
Cuz I feel our generation sees atheists as the in-crowd
They think that since I don't believe in God I'm free to sin now
But the fact is that without him lifting me up I'm feeling pinned down
I remember my sister asking about my mission
I told her I just want to spit something that's so uplifting
But how Imma lift you up if I can't pick me up ?
I probably should be asking why my father never hit me up
I don't know where I'm going and I don't know where I'm headed
But I hope that when I make it there I never do regret
The path I took and I learned that fear can only defeat you if you let it
I wish that I could tell you who said it but she ain't trying to be in every song
It's got me thinking back a lot
I know you miss when I was younger and would laugh a lot
But lately all I do is rap a lot
Cuz I'm a king author, guess I left my feelings in Camelot
Now I know that I was hella misguided
Trapped in my brain when it came to facing the pain I would hide it
Now I just feel it and write it hoping you feel it and vibe
I'm wasting my breath its like there's nothing I can do but then Sinatra told me just breathe
I'm anxious ain't trying to get stuck inside a freeze frame
Sometimes I face the mirror not familiar with who I became
I say "I miss my life." and they reply "My nigga things change."
I still can't write a hook, our power still keep going off
This year I lost my brother, you can find his soul in every song
I still don't know the answer to what life is
But I know that niggas only think to resort to that violence when they feel they've lost
A better solution never came across
The vision illusive, they conclude that you ain't making art
When my mortality is free to play it's part and haunt my dreams I'm losing sleep, but this my mind and I can't turn it off
So, when I get this feeling I'm manic
I just write encrypted descriptions hoping you'd understand it
Or at least you'd be understanding of a situation I've been placed in cuz this may be just about the vilest shit on the planet
When you feeling you the best out
But when they talk about other artists you get left out
And you feel it might be best to just maneuver with your chest out
And pop at other artists in the booth to get your stress out
No, cuz seeds of hate are often sewn
By the righteous instead of the sightless who had threw that first stone
This ain't just music I can feel it in my bones
And if this ain't my only calling, leave a message at the tone