N/A Music - On My Own (Official Remix) - Alistotle & NA Bill [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Demond Jones]
I'm on my own now, oh
Picking up the pieces, I did it for a reason
I'm on my own now, oh
It's for the people, I got them fiending
I got what you want
Yea I got you, I got you, I got you
I got what you want
Yea I got you, I got you, I got you

[Verse 1: Alistotle]
Huh, whose verse to bust first?
Rehearsing my death in a hearse, when I die
I’ma burst in flames like a phoenix and I remix
This joint by Kutt Calhoun, this goon talk I keep hearing
Like MCs have called it open season
Out of something to believe in
Like hip-hop, ain’t the meaning, and the reason
Behind the grind, I take you behind the scenes
Of hatred, disbelievin’
Man, I’m leaving a legacy behind
Flowers and Sunshine is upon you
This the season of me reaping what I’m sowing
I take that back; I’m never leaving
Man I’m immortal, I’m owning up to my mistakes (yeah)
Too much at stake and I’m yearning to be
What I’m destined to be, with all I see
Surrounding me is all this bunch of corny looking fakes (ha!)
And they been tryna shut me down
Ever since my first performance (huh!)
It’s crazy, this feeling I’m feeling
And ego I’m feeding, I’m only spitting fire, I’m fiendish
Don’t mean to be mean
I ain’t preaching man you’re facing a behemoth in practice
By being on my own
Just ask me if I need you, woo!

[Hook: Demond Jones]
I'm on my own now, oh
Picking up the pieces, I did it for a reason
I'm on my own now, oh
It's for the people, I got them fiending
I got what you want
Yea I got you, I got you, I got you
I got what you want
Yea I got you, I got you, I got you

[Verse 2: NA Bill]
Living fast in the fast lane, I’m going hard
Passing that passive passage to portage
Boats carrying the hearts of the soulless
That what evolves to
Selling my soul to the devil
Now I’m a zombie rhyming till the death of me
Voice of the voiceless, soul of the soulless passing on
The story of a
Kid who skipped his calculus lessons;
The reason he can’t count on anybody
And a preacher of peace
But it’s crazy cause when he’s behind the mic
He’s getting rappers deceased
So you can say I’m a mix between Jesus and street
And my life is a one shot movie
No playback with the played tracks included
When wins stack I hit tracks to release influence
No scenario
The sins pack while I close doors to blast through’em
And hit back to reveal that Makaveli’s soul is forever
Choosing the real rap art-
-tist my endurance, test my endurance
It’s all a camouflage of a soul that left a blueprint (blueprint)
This ring of rap is the only thing that I want
Déjà vu’s in my Lucid Dream
Leave me alone I’m Kuttin Loose

[Hook: Demond Jones]
I'm on my own now, oh
Picking up the pieces, I did it for a reason
I'm on my own now, oh
It's for the people, I got them fiending
I got what you want
Yea I got you, I got you, I got you
I got what you want
Yea I got you, I got you, I got you