Spit Syndicate - Same Storey [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Nick Lupi]
Just another story of a
Young man, trying to get a handle
My mother's son, though she said I was a handful
Cuts on my feet like a fresh pair of jandals
And my head feel heavy as an anvil
Ink on the cuff-link, the well dressed vandals
Bring something to burn, forget a candle
We gon' blow it out let your plans get cancelled
I'm a dog shine, but I'm ready for a damsel
My grandma saying she praying for me
That if I mend my ways then I could be saved surely
Just make peace before the day that I'm called
And maybe Saint Peter will open the gate for me
But nah this ain't' law, rather see you in pain
Than have a needle in your arm that can take it away
Last years of your life full of pain and torment
Because, euthanasia ain't' the way of the Lord
See I know I've done some things, the Devil may applaud me
One day we might even share the same story
(Say what)
The same story, one day we might even share the same story

[Hook: All]
I said we rise like the sun in silence
Don't need you to like where I am
Some of us are sons of giants
And others we will run from, run from, run from
My story, your story, they story
Just like the poets that came before me
So you better make way for me
One day we might even share the same story

[Verse 2: Jimmy Nice]
What will you leave on your headstone when you pass
You shine your brightest so at night we won't forget your star
Well here we are
I'm at the bar with rain soaked through to my feet
And I'm looking for somebody who looks just like me
Flashbacks of mumma telling me to get there early
He'd a had to knock em' back, when he get a little nervy
Seven thirty passes and I'm starting to lose it
When a voice from behind starts asking about the music
A glass of Shiraz and a denim jacket on
I think we found the man on the run
If home where the heart is then here you're a vagabond
Hate to interrupt, but I think that I'm your son
We caught up on twenty years in four drinks
Notice we both hold up beers with four fingers
Told him I love him and to let himself be
Truth's the only thing that can set us both free
And so, I hope someone will relate and pray for me
One day we might even share the same story
(Say what) the same story, one day we might even share the same story

[Verse 3: Drapht]
See, I grew up in two houses
Back then my dad was a rad parent
Under his care a young son fourteen with a can of beer in his hand
Is he handing me man who look down to be careless
Alicia and Sarah my two sisters
Finger up to the system they didn't listen
To their loving mother that struggled with stubbornness and strictness
Lived and existed purely for their existence
And Mister Ridge was busy missing them grow up
I forgive you for that because of his show ups
From the highs to the lows at every Jan
Trying to be Clark Kent granted there wasn't Lois Lane
Remained and dealing with reality
While dad was out playing Superman and causing the casualties
Ma was there and cleaning all the destruction
Raising her four kids of her own and packing their lunches
What a wondrous lady and my dad: I don't hate him
Made me realise that The Brady Bunch was entertainment
And the life he gave me was appreciated daily
Fuck remaining jaded I'm Bruce Banner over being green and wasting all my energy on anger
Now my life is animated manga, character
All because of damage that you done so I thank you
And

[Hook: All]