Armani White - Cheyenne (313) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
Unh, My Waist Trembles, I Try To Relate Symbols To My/
Space Mental, Reaching The Slate Of A Great Shindle/
A New Peak, Vaccine Turns Life To Fast Dreams In Codes/
So Now I Throw Glass Dreams To Break Windows/
Thinking Why I Haven't Broken Face, Or Why I Haven't Opened Case/
Cuz Ever Since I Swallowed The Truth I Done Had A Broken Taste/
Broken Lace, Hungover And Deported From My Corporates/
As A Token Thats Invoking That I Orbit In A Broken Space/
Maybe Cause I Wander In The Prints That Had Provided Me/
But Now It's Just A Diary Of Dialogue That Hides In Me/
I Try To See, I Try To Think, I Try To Breathe I Try Leave/
That Sight In Me, But Whatever Abbides To Me Is Tied To Me/
My Legion, That I Bleed And Breathe In For Whatever Reason/
Try And Ease In, The Truth Is Hard To Swallow So I Teeth In/
If Home Is In The Heart And Thats The Art That We Believe In/
I Greive Than, I Raised You And Gave you My Heart And I Locked The Keys In/
So Im Locked Out, Wishing I Had Access, Or A Black Net, To Catch Stress/
My Solider With A Cracked Vest, My Warrior Who Lack Flesh/
I'm Using My Gift As A Lift To Get To My Actress/
Im Flipping Through The Script And Hoping I Can Start This Act Fresh/
Or Get My Scenes In Tacts, Try And Bring The Screening Back/
Tears Rolling Through Rolling Green, The Older People Screaming That/
I Should Wake To The Proof, The Truth Is I Believe In Dreams In Fact/
I Would Forfeit Every Morning Just To Bring That Evening Back/
And Get Rid Of The Storming Showers In Our Sour Past/
Just To See Our Tower Last, Not To See Our Tower Crash/
Into The Place That Made Me, Watch My Daisy Turn To Flower Ash/
And Maybe Push Reset And Wet The Powder In Our Hour Glass/
And Use It As A Way To Say That Maybe I Could Slow Time/
But Since The Night I Lost Sight Of You I Started To Go Blind/
I Grab Hold Of a Bible, Use The Title As A Cosign/
Than I Think About Old Times And Try And Pay It No Mind/
Like I Wouldn’t Wish That You Could Take This Bliss From Me/
I Even Start To Part My Lips Like You Could Take This Kiss From Me/
I Recline And Remind, This Isnt Me, Disbelief, This Isnt Free/
I Even Try To Rewind On History/
And Any Time They Whispering Your Name Its Like A Song To Me/
A Goner, In My Coma Aroma, This Is No Longer Me/
A Loner, If You Look At My Weakness You See The Stronger Me/
Eviction Of My Victory, Im Shouting You Belong To Me/
I Only Sings Dreams To Reverands 313/
Is The Blessing That I Rest In From The Heavens/ A Wise Man
Fathered A Daughter With Three Childrens/
And Wise Hands, I Hold You With Dry Plans, Message To Cheyenne/

[News Reporters on December 7th, 2006]