N/A Music - Alistotle - For You... [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1)
They be saying he an insufficient little kid
What a tragedy
Maybe controversial but his mind’s scattered
All over the place, call it Kurt Cobain
He can’t create, won’t amount to something
Long as his parents tell him to shave
Go to college, nigga
Fuck a record deal; you lack emotion
Plus you can’t conceive a daughter
Living a life of commotion
Fuck your dreams and fuck your demons
You got no purpose, fuck your feelings
You have to go through this life cycle
Then produce a sequel!
They be telling him about finance, about security
About homes, loans, funds, gas money
All the scrutiny
About the hard knock life, like a ghetto routine
He wants to stand out, he be forgetting the bills
Yeah, the nigga raps and they be like
“Good job, kid. I still won’t buy that shit
The dream you can abolish it”
You an introverted nigga; they think you ain’t insightful
You lock yourself up in a room full of mirrors

(Verse 2)
I know your virtues
I know your vices, I know your desires to create
I know how much you masturbate, the time you waste
Tryna find inspiration completely forgetting the fact
You escaped Plato’s cave
You know the world and speak its language
If you think you can go back and try to babble
All you gonna hear is laughter
I know you tryna find your balance, so to hell with that
You can’t afford the disbelief and setting back
You got a crowded canvas
You know the world is mean
Sometimes you feel incarcerated, tryna follow the doctrine
Of the mean; you think you are Aristotle reincarnated
But in spirit, you’re shattered, abstracted yourself from God
It’s madness
You want to believe he knows you
And will grant redemption
How come you claim exemption?
When on the verge of agnosticism and everything is a burden
Your change is constant and doubt is the one thing you know for certain
You fear the girl you like
Your heart is racing for her
You got no heart brakes, you fear the heartbreak
Maybe your heart needs a break
Your mind runs paces also, you wanna see the future
But can’t see past your own choices
Nigga grab the phone; you need to call it quits
In retrospect, you’re gonna wish you’d listened to me, Nah!
I’m God’s very own Magnum Opus
And this one’s for me…