R.U.I.N. - Why We Talk (Intro) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1)
Here’s to a lifetime/ of kickin’ rhymes/
From Brooklyn/ to Bethlehem, and back again/
I’ve put my mind, soul and heart and I packed’em in/
To this Magnum Opus, so I ain’t slacking kid/
Y’all act dumb, no focus, so I’ll paint canvases/
Of tantrums, so notice, a saint who manages/
To keep composure/ while standing in a fire/
Deep/ that erodes the/ planning of desires/
We want DJs who scratch pass the bare surface/
Emcees doing more than rhyme in their verses/
Graffiti bombers who dare a bigger purpose/
Than them & b-boys who damn care cause its worth it/
Scholars who ain’t all artsy fartsy superior/
But wanna transform the human heart’s interior/
The Sharp Tongue EP was like a mothman prophecy/
Had to killed those tracks, before y’all got and saw all me/
So I Solomon-ly, solidly, and solemnly/
Swear/ the Most High, is why I outta be here/
What you’ll audibly hear/ will be hell as funny/
Cause I’ve seen demons, wack rappers look like teletubbies/

(Verse 2)
Don’t care about the money, that just hold me back/
I mean shit, Slaughterhouse undersold TobyMac/
Don’t care about status, ‘yeah homie we major’ /
Record execs saying ‘yeah homie we made ya’ /
I know how to pick a fight but I gotta learn/
What fights are worth fighting, what bridges not to burn/
My sisters in Church/ fight to end patriarchy/
Fed up with misogyny, ready to start beef/
Keep my white ribbon/ cause these more than nice women/
Breaking stereotypes/ cause they cherish those rights/
Told police that you can’t blame the victim of rape/
Whatever her clothes, race, name or signature traits/
To all those going through suicidal thoughts, I’ve
Been there, please put them same scissors away/
Life ain’t fair/ but you are young one so no matter what/
When we wrestle with God, Jacob’s ladder will come/
Oh they threw you a curve ball? Well, all balls have curves/
So don’t be too surprised by life’s twists, falls, and turns/
A friend of mine said ‘God laughs at all of our plans’/
But thankfully, we’re all in the palm of his hands/

(Verse 3)
God’s divine, God’s the vine, I’m just the shoot of the branch/
Without wisdom’ whispers, I’d never execute, all my plans/
Thank God for choosing to produce this fruit, who I am/
And for seeing Truth, not a minute too soon to understand/
Don’t know much about parliament, so sue me, Riff-Raff/
Focus on the Kingdom, not who pretend to rule me, get that? /
Relic, Troy K., Ill Seer, the new school, my main clan/
Praying for honoring Hip-Hop Honesty true, like amen/
God uses underdogs to put to shame the big dogs/
Even though there are big odds/ cause he’s a Big God/ no I’m not/
Obama, not Audacity of Hope/ sorry Nope/
This the Audacity of Dope/ living Sainthood so/ that’s