Amity - Cocoon [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:
On the bus, writing while I listen to hip hop
Reminiscent of Bliss N Eso, Illy and Hilltops
Pen in hand, feeling stationary but I have to go through pain/
For what I want like the window sill of a gift shop
The skill of a big shot, level head and much better
No more American accent and Eminem instrumentals
With a pocket full of folded up pieces of paper
Words are rocket fuel – sky high without a seat in a spaceship
No cock and bull but nervous to rap for my parents
Little did I know, if they heard, they’d react in hysterics
In the mirror, mouthing words while I’m practicing gestures
Like 8 Mile, on the way to work with a pad and a pen
It’s true that good things come to those who wait
So I must be in store for a bucket load of praise
‘Cause I’m up and on my way, but you’ve got to start somewhere, right?
This caterpillar will bloom into a butterfly

Hook:
I feel like I’m in a cocoon
Just sitting and waiting for right time to bloom
I think my time might be coming up soon
I can break free and explore the rest of the room

Verse 2:
Even when I’m broke, I’ve always got a coin for the wishing well
When it rings a bell, I abandon doubts and wish them well
So when I sit and tell stories with my grandkids
I’m proof that dreams are still pursuable when disadvantaged
But in advance I’ll be paving the path
And I won’t be taking to heart any pain on my way from the start
Anything’s possible, I’ll be ready for what’ll be/
Inevitable obstacles, my mind’s set to phenomenal
Whether you do or don’t make good heights/
Isn’t dependent on your amount of Facebook likes
Being mainstream doesn’t mean fame would strike
If you want it all by doing nothing, say goodbye
Every single dream is still yet to be achieved
Is in arm’s length every day but kept just out of reach
Have you ever wanted to be bold but fell flat?
‘Cause you’re the only one who can hold yourself back

(Hook)

Verse 3:
One who leaves to branch off stays at the top of the tree
Follow your dreams even if it’s crossing the seas/
For a doctor’s degree – stay dogged, watch and you’ll see/
That you won't be dropped to their knees to swallow defeat
Hold your breath, go slow but don’t stall
Open the door - you’ve never been closer before
So lose yourself in the moment, you own it – it’s yours
Ignore the nonbelievers – you’ll get over them all
Like I did at school with the bullies and cool kids/
Who fooled me but truth is, they were just an influence
Now I have a mic and professional beats
Still horrorcore but got support from my friends who believed
From watching Forbes, stopped in awe when getting to meet
To seeing Bliss N Eso, Hilltops and all the guests in between
See, bedroom recordings helped me grow as a lyricist
Now it's time to leave home from my chrysalis

(Hook)