Pharaoh Takari - 2:23am [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

It's 2:23am and I have class at eight
Alarm set at seven, eleven keep me awake
I take what I make and infiltrate your character's traits
If you afraid, let it marinate for a solid second
Like a steak, can't shake the weight, but commercializing
The socializing, helping 'em see horizons
Arising from the pit of epitome, but they pity me
Passion is important, you could really be
Anything you set your mind to, then afterward
Set a standard for the ledge that you pledge to climb to
Steadily searching but still can't seem to find who
Is worth keeping and losing, nobody proving
Potential, they performing provincially based on bias
Better save it, I'm David to a Goliath
Deny it as false info, keep up with the tempo
I prefer to practice peace in a temple
Science is scheduling clients for simulations
Venturing ventilation, interpreting integration
Of outlooks, considering mine to be the most fair
But me, myself, and I are the ones who show the most care
Be aware of the jealous, rebellious through my alias
Aliens anti-radiant within my radius
But my lady is and won't be a part of the forces
About to graduate with no credit for college courses
But at the end of the summer, I'll be on my way to Charlotte
Wasn't sure I would get in, but father was first to call it
Financial aid packages are the catalyst, not my wallet
Being broke ain't a joke, but some are sitting in solace
Get it by any means and never work in a team
They're loco over the motive and never let off the steam
I mean, the average joe can hope, but never act upon
Higher heights, inducing fright when they pack a gun
Thinking they're God or something equivalent
Read a report of another murder
Usually black on black and we wonder why white winnin'
They can't stand the black man with white women
No one in charge unless you let 'em take it
Insulating the insults, mama said I would make it
I just gotta be patient, I'm diagnosed with a dream
Of being replayed on radio, having my album streamed
But it seem like when I rhyme right they shun me from the limelight
Then again, it's 96 'til infinity to these finites
I find nights to be the prime example of balance
Plenty time to myself and I spend it practicing talent
Talons of the vultures are scavenging for the plasma
I told you, they're taking ya O2 like asthma
Their pineal sight is black and white like a panda
And I'm a peer amid, but I'm packaged with proper propaganda