Windmills - Graffiti in the Night [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
It’s the paper. Yet, living this large is not the issue
Wish it wasn’t such a mission to start what I continue
From signals that I misread, past the point extreme
To leave the argument like you can find me out on shit’s creek
Arguing over I’m not full of broken promises
Is like a junkie trying to dodge a street corner pharmacist
Haven’t the foggiest of who’s my audience
Unless you’re gonna talk I need to call it quits and how it’s obvious
I’ve seen the colors fade into a lack of courage
Even after when I’m drunk enough to laugh at bridges burning
I’m sure if you can only imagine the total damage it’s had on my sanity
Then you must be part of the planet
Don’t even bother with yourself as being targeted
Around how smart it is to be a part of this, without the confidence
A wall between us, over how to live your life
I’ll write my name on your wall, like graffiti in the night
Nothing’s more liberating then when I don’t feel ashamed
To realize it wasn’t meant for me to find an early grave
But the time and energy I spend to hold the pen is risky
Like both my wrists are bleeding, screaming, “are you coming with me?!”
I wouldn’t be the kind to hit beneath the gut, I’m obsessed!
Will you please get off my ding-a-ling and nuts?!
You can call me whatever! I’ve been putting these words together
When Biggie was just a capital letter, my flow was clever
I’m about it, they’re louder than on an island and stranded
Yelling, “anyone there?!”, surrounded by the water’s advantage
Overanalyze was not a plan of mine to grow as big
I’m my worst critic of everything that I ever did
This guy said he used to lift weights with me in his head
To find strength in the enemy and I was his friend
So hit the floor like in a store to rattle some poor bastard
Of empty the cash drawer or you’re letting it off at him
You really out to let the bullets turn us into Swiss cheese?
Then to me, I’d be the most delicious piece of history
What’s the age for you to talk about the glory days?
Or walk around a dark cloud follows with the pouring rain
My good looks are fading faster by the minute
Hearing nothing but your inner self that wants to be forgiven
I’m not above it? I smile at the people in denial
Who think of how it is can only mean that I don’t put it down

[Chorus]
I’m gone! But rise like the sun, in the morning
I’m gone, gone, gone. Cocked like the gun
Heed the warning

[Verse 2]
Late night doesn’t fall by the waste side
I’ve wanted the sweet life, the way that I see life
With it over a beat box the culture it needs us
I’m running a fever. Can the warrior keep up?
And in order to design the formula each time
I’m more than emcee rhymes, who I’ve wanted to be like
And I want you to rewind. It’s important to me, find
When you lift your head from staring at the ground
Like your neck won’t give to take another route when I get like this
More distraction is not what I need if your ego won’t even let you be happy for me
There’s old friends I haven’t said enough how much they meant
Some of which that I don’t even think I’ve told them yet
You’re staring at mad flavor, the wickedest track maker
And this is the back breaker for things in a fast nature
I’m uninspired if I got you feeling less cool
Try to imagine the stress of being successful
Experience is how I’m willing to grow
I’m out to raise a child as if the child was one of my own
Yeah, it’s vicious, the road to riches. Had to change my approach;
To enjoy it for what it is and not for what I had hoped
It’s so refreshing! No waiting. I’ve celebrated my patience
The motivation I have to create and holding it sacred
You need to be you and not be them, to process this;
For thinking I just talk real slick. I won’t expire!
I’m hip-hop’s ‘sigh of relief.’ You don’t agree?
Then God wanted you to die in your sleep
They keep telling me I’m this and that, but they know this shit is phat
What I’ve done and where I’m at, no such thing as turning back
Come on admit it, I’m polished and photogenic
To witness a flow this vivid is living a mile a minute
Your mind is the only type of a prison I want to visit;
To look at the home you built for yourself and call it exquisite
My comfort level? Hey, I’m willing to risk
‘Till you’re thinking I’m ill enough to make the top of your list
I’m my greatest opponent, homey! And this moment is ours
And we want to blow your speakers like nobody does, ‘cause…


[Outro]
My golden years to spend as I choose
To document things I did or went through, to conquer them!
This is why I wear my hat crooked
Mistook it? This is why I wear my hat crooked
My golden years to spend as I choose
To document things I did or went through, to conquer them!
This is why I wear my hat crooked
Mistook it? This is why I wear my hat crooked
My golden years to spend as I choose
To document things I did or went through, to conquer them!
This is why I wear my hat crooked, crooked

[Crazy Legs]
“I saw Spy there and I saw him, and I’ll never forget. His hat was to the side, just like this. Now whenever I start breaking, I got a hat on, you know this is just like, straight Spy. This is the Spy in me, you know what I mean?”