Spitiful - Freeverse #1 2/7 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
When was the last time you gave the truth an opportunity
Opportune time to stop being a slave to my poverty
Proverbs predict placement, pray probably
To stop the robbery of me from my display of immunity
Usually, I'm suitably, sitting in the background
Eyes closed to an open world, the blindness is profound
Surround my senses with hate, have them covered in tape
And drain me through wet dreams before I wake
I break when I place my foot on the brake
And life doesn't decelerate so I'm no further from fate
Wounds salted to exacerbate
The condition in which I'm living
Spend your whole life with a vision
And die the day before it all comes to fruition
I told the world that they should give the truth an opportunity
My community instead steals my youth and unity
Usually, I become aggravated and I hate it
Spitting the best bars today and my skin keeps me segregated
But still I can relate, I grew up poor
Wishing for more, I stretched before
I reached for a handout or I tore
You couldn't break me, my spirit is eternally lit
I spit this shit and ever so quick every fan jumped onto my dick
I kick, hard as I can, until the day I get home
When I'm alone, I reach for the philosopher's stone
And Spitiful the lyrical miracle performs musical magic
The illusion of owning the world when you still don't have it
Can he hack it? Would he make it in the Big leagues?
Questions I ask myself and answer when the pig bleeds
Mystery and intrigue over where this life will bring me
Quickly, you blink and it's gone
Slow it down, take oxy moron, I'm drug free, that's an oxymoron, bumping oxymoron
Calm me down to the snakes in the grass I've depressed
They've grown to be the size of the loch ness
And their teeth are ready to bite in cold blood for hot flesh
Still, I lift the world like Ken Patera
Still strong enough to clap the ass of Vida Gurerra
And outrun Ferrah
Leave the faucet dripping, I'm a contradiction
Shooting blanks living in a Contra prison
Tonkas wheels spinning, I'm running over opposition
Obsolete when you speak who you be this is audio battery
Who is me? The S-P-I-T, give to me the GOAT and I'll feast on he
And his veal, how it feel
To know I'd chop down that family tree
Baddest lumberjack on the planet
Planted my feet on the ground and you can't stand it
In a world that's corporate-branded I am to change the demographic