Pharaoh Takari - Sacrifices [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]

Applying what I've learned from the burns, not tryna be in a urn
I've turned my soul around and found my inner fern
Holding firm to myself, I've dealt with no earn
They too small for snakes, but fake, so they worms
Crawling in the dirt, they flirt, then try to murk
Asserting a peace treaty will leave me with no perk
Deserve a better treatment, eatin' but never sleepin'
Peekin' through the veil, they kill me with the creepin'
From my peripherals, I notice them mouthing syllables
To each other, brothers or not, they false visuals
Pinnacle only reachable by reciting rituals
To the one and only, the phonies appear invisible
But they present like born-days with parents
They can't comprehend even when I'm coherent
Sharing my experience, envious in my previous
Form, never conform to demons of the devious

[Hook x4]

World in my hands but I want the universe
Gotta make sacrifices, even if it hurts

[Verse 2]

Trapped in a maze, star gazed with eyes glazed
I graze the surface of occurring life chafe
No safe place to place not a single praise
I raise the freaking bar 'til it's freaking far from fate
Destined to invest in my own route
Best in correcting the cold doubt
I endow a positive outlook in my whole town
Nose never been brown, they clown cause they down
And I'm up, like turnip tops above the ground
It's the young almighty abiding with great sound
Little did they know I flow like scarecrows
By scaring away ravens swaying me from my goals
Cornfields conceal the mass murderers
But I'm leaping over they heads like track hurdlers
Leave 'em stumped like tree trunks, they've been punks
Have 'em resting in peace like Zen monks

[Hook x4]

[Verse 3]

Defined as divine, so find a shelter
Or swelter from the delivery of the welder
An elder will look down upon me
But stay in the back of the black and won't confront me
From the very depths of what they kept hidden
Forbidden from speaking on how the plot thickened
Sickened, cause very few interpret the writtens
With Horus in the forest, the florist is never bitten
The floor is suspended, stupendous with business
Tremendous when guiding and overriding consensus
Senses are alert and fully functional
Punctual, I hate when I'm late and ain't comfortable
With delay, filet is no option
I'd rather disconnect and select adoption
Preaching from the place adjacent to Dobson
Where they bs'in but I ain't stressin' the oxen

[Hook x4]