Al Loober - This Is What Happens [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
This is what happens when you tell a kid what not to do
But offer few substitutes, shrinking the space in the box he moves
Toss him a guitar that's hardly tuned
He locks his room and he jots and spews
Everything in his heart and you
Leave him unresponded to
This is when you hide your kid for eight years
He never learns to face fears
And emerges with a sense his breaths are too pretentious
For your ears, it doesn't get more weird
You get a confidence mismatching his countenance
Paralyzed, timid, cites critics even though none exist
He's not a glitch, just a sum of this:
Indie rock and battle verse
I'm an extrovert with Asperger's
The will to write is not mine, but that's not what...

[Hook]
I was raised on holy meat, notes on keys, and homeschooling
They told me think for only me but only to a known degree
Then slowly creeped in flows and beats and one of God's own growing seeds
Was sowed in hip-hop's ovaries and I rose from cracks in boat ferries
You don't know what you got 'til it's taken from your grip
You really don't care to talk until you suck at it

[Verse 2]
This is what happens when a passion is planted
But never practiced because it's sandwiches or the campus
And any attempt to trap it is branded a distraction
Imagine being grafted to something you can't even chat with
Attracted to everything you clash with
While you're developing habits of acting misanthropic and passive
And there's no mercy granted for the actions of the past him
Time and again attacked with panic
Restricted with his branches
Because he sees himself as a cactus
And there's too much traffic in his body's attic
To allow for chances for his heart to transmit
Take the above and stack it
What happens when you add it
To indie rock and battle verse?
You get an extravert with Aspergers's
The will to write is not mine, but that's not what...

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Oh now my mama, you've raised a pariah with no esteem
Who calls for relation but the answers give no symmetry
He's everyone's reflection but sees himself nowhere
My rib cage like double gates would wide divide to find something alike
I'd like to surrender, but that's not what...

[Hook]