Robert Scott aka Sonny Hostile - Honestly [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Eyo darkness circles luminescent useless confusion of ghoulish essence

Questions that question my view of ethics....it's

Self obsession,self hate and shelved depression


I'll kill myself off of twelve depressants


Im disheveled at the delicatessen I ate the bread of oppression and helped the evils in my head of suggestion

Suggesting a presence presented as something deeper in monotone a monolithic creature

Demonic in its features

These devilish darts shoot through the speakers

In school I would take acid in the bleachers

Channel my smarts and stick to teachers but all the while

Niggas couldn't teach us being taught but niggas couldn't teach us




How to really cope with reality my happiness is nothing but a fallacy

Dysfunction in my family


Death is recurrent and it's a tragedy


If I was next would niggas just be mad at me?




I've been suicidal ever since a young age

Hyperactive deficit constant motion moving tryna shun rage




Choke myself like...David Carradine
And douse myself in kerosene

Eight years old and undergoing therapy




Puking up my vegetables consumption of the depakote

Abnormal breathing sonics through the stethoscope

Teacher sent a message home he's moving like a metronome

Out of pocket never kept the weapon shown


Packed a knife he always kept the weapon holmes

Step and he would cut ya neck in sections holmes

Nigga always been a skeptic though





Kids would belittle him little and taking ritalin it riddled him adderall extensions that would fizzle him

This was when he first showed the symptoms of behaviors...

He never knew would make him something stranger




His mother used to beat him..so badly at times his eyes was bleedin

But she was young and maybe there was reasons




One day she moved away for like...two or three years

Salvation came whenever he would see tears escape from darkness even in his in teen years

I'm talking bout my grandpa

Gave me wisdom partnered up with grandma

But damn pa....



Shit is difficult after my grandpas passing

I hit the mic and grab it with a passion

And niggas barely listen....
These niggas they barely listen I swear to god I pray they pay attention




Nigga I try aesthetics....displaying flair but if I die forget it

Cause I ain't nothing but a diabetic

I wanna cry but nigga I'm eclectic
It's hectic I'm really on some next shit

Laughing with a razor to my neck shit



Venopuncture numbers of analysis would indicate dialysis


In the future but I always challenge this



I'm breaking at the surface
Whenever I feel worthless
I eat a bunch of candy on purpose...

Constantly I'm calm on some berserk shit....only if you knew just what this smirk meant

Peaceful creature livid on some jerk shit

My thoughts of self are really on some hurt shit

If I don't die I'm finna murk shit






I've got friends that's on drugs that's worse than the ones that a nigga rap about

Buying drugs with money from their cash accounts

I cry inside but outwardly I laugh it out... I know it's not funny...

I'm drinking coke until I'm passing out



Spastic route what you askin bout?

My life's a fire in a plastic house

Woozy with the matches out



And honestly The few niggas that I fuck with...wanna dodge me on some punk shit

By my lonesome loathing on some drunk shit

I never sailed,I just sunk ship drowning drowsy lousy tryna function




I like...meditation but really no hesitation I'd love to overdose from medication


It's devastation my head is racing

They'll find my body stiff in animation

Cold as ice just frantic in the basement I hate this

Pull a gun and give myself a facelift

I'm really feeling like I ain't shit




I've got four sisters and they're all getting older...

They're Angels but the devils at their shoulders

I'm losing all composure

But if I die then where's the closure?

Both of my brothers better be some soldiers



A nigga asked me if I'm feelin myself and with a laugh I said "I'm killin myself"

My life's in pieces but who's willing to help?



I always try to keep my feelings in stealth but on the real this shit is stealing my health


I almost flatlined the last time

Out of 12 months I spent the last 9

Off and on of gurneys

Seeing bad signs

Neglecting vitals idle rivaled stifled

Tryna pass time

In honest hopes that I would fuckin flatline

Just thinking "that's fine"




A year later and I'm going through the same shit

I can't fuckin take this I hate this

Bloody in the shower taking great wrists (risks)

Picking up a razor going ape shit


And every day it's just the same shit


No shit I'm a grave danger to my health

Why else would I i kill you and jump in the grave to bury myself?




Words of encouragement come from Eminem

It's sickening standing in the mirror
With a vicious grin

Kidneys screaming while I'm eating M&M's



What a ridiculous predicament