Aonair - Images [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]

Everything in this system is messed up
And my thoughts are candid
And infected cut bleeds and I come as the bandage
As an MC i don't understand it
Feeling empty and I can't manage, but god damnit
When I can't show up in the cut is where the sand gets
This game is twisted up like the barrel of a rifle
Gun shots haven't killed for a thrill in ages and has frankly made me psycho
It's all a racket I'm the decipul
Finding my balance on a tight rope
I might go insane until my membranes regain memories of Cyp Hill
Images up in my head of what the game could be instead
But the dog goes lame when all that fame gets caught in the brain and stains it red
But the puppeteers and puppets are to blame up in the mess
Took a dame for a date but went home with a strain up on her dress
I'll come back methodological, methodical, unstoppable
Won't stop a flow, quite audible
Get a mix of the feel like socks with holes
Options grow, take your pick
I'll just keep shooting spits, whether it's make or miss

[Hook]

I've got images of how this game could be
I'll just have to wait, wait, wait so patiently
I've got images of how this game could be
I've got images, yeah

[Verse 2]

Nothing too special from the first glance
Don't get too far with the first dance
But give it time while I'm spitting rhymes
This mission's mine and my work's grand
Through connections from the streets and from the suburbs
I write words to resurrect through philosophy
Money ain't even stopping me
I got a pot to feed, until hip hop is free
From the sess no less I will express the message
Yes don't climb my steps to you've lived like this
The pencil I write with scribbles intellectual scriptures
That fix cures, but don't paint pictures
If it were my image, I'd pick the scene
I could climb to the top and skip the green
Trying to find the balance between big screens, missed dreams, and limousines
Crumbled with the same songs
But stays strong when it's paid wrong
And all these kids a brainwashed and that ain't no cleansing
So Il'l just keep guessing
Find the stairway built by Zepplin
I'll give y'all no affection
Until my home is repping
I have a right to my opinion
But that won't make millions
You seen it through my image
Nevermind, nobody gets it

[Hook]