Rama O.A. - Eclipse of the Prodigal Son of Manvicious [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:

Alright I said let me pick up the pen and
Put some words down and pay for a pendant
Hear the Word kneel down then pray my penance
This world's got me incensed, no patience need incense

Feeling so alone yet surrounded by internet
Depleting my interest, being dunked into nets
Want to make music but not really into that
Showbiz chit chat, or who did this that

Argue online but it's really against myself
Things are not OK, and I question my mental health
I meant ill hath, become the state of me
As I shout out my opinions but still keep myself in stealth

And so it gets depressing, the day I walked away
With some money from my rents to pay my rent away
Went to study further to engineer four years away
That became five because I failed a year away

I'm a black ex-baller who makes rap music
This thing's pretty big and I love you chick-
En I'm a walking stereotype, no I won't give you the hype
Cause people just be the type, to mono your stereo type

I hate some of the things that I like
And I like some of these things out of spite
And in spite some of the things that are likened
To great Life I don't like it
I put my cloak on to make me invincible!
But now all I am is invisible

Chorus:
Eclipse of the prodigal son
He wouldn't move on...

Til the debts of the banks of the rivers of the dead
Would see the new sun

Verse 2:

Hate is a strong form of love...
So I hate you because I'm in love
With who I once was
Or how I once thought
The world was my oyster
And I would take its pearls

And I walk on, alone and disheveled
Stoned among pebbles
I'm rubble and rebel
Rocking and rolling down levels

GPS keeps me guessing
BB keeps messing around
And I'm stressing, confound it!

Can't find what I'm looking for
Knocking on doors
Asking you for what's yours
Faith is on pause

My feet are now paws
My bag is my back
And my watch is my compass of course

Exchange bills to pay bills
Because bills were passed
That can't be life, real life
Or is real the past?

When I left I expected right
Now it's all upside down
So who do I then fight
To turn this around?

I'm lost in the world of plenty
And I'm ashamed to say
That today had made me
Sit fully in dismay
In a rage about the reign
Of disdain on our plains
The plans planted brought us pain
Didn't pan out

The way we aimed
The fray we framed
The play we claimed
Are all untamed

My hair is a mess
You'd best get out of it
I huff and I puff
But my bluff is counterfeit

My Achilles heel
Made them step on me
The glass slipper I was
Made them hex on me

Shoud I hang up my laces?
Or be the sole survivor?
The son presses enter, not return
To escape the control

Of their saliva
Of their saliva
Of their saliva
Of their saliva