BKnitts - Acid Rain [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

My heart lives in two places
Inside my chest, and on this very playlist that you're playing
Told myself its time to go and tie my boot laces
Show the world what true brave is, them Goliath. You David

I'm sick of hearing kids bragging about a fat check
I'm just thankful for my family and my last breath
Little Rascal rap is running rancid in his damn head
You stupid asshole, your ass will pass with those assets.

I'm just a gentleman with passion
Who falls asleep every night to television static
Melanin is alabaster, and irrelevant to rapping.
I'm just hoping you won't judge me as I render you the gavel.

Many roads to travel, if I'm steady planning to be better known.
As my left and right brain fight to get my head alone.
My heart will beat in cadence with the metronome
My only question though is Would you play this if I said it wrong?

I still struggle with making everything true enough
You think that I should stop? Shit, that makes two of us
I'm feeling lower than ever, they tell me that I'm moving up
I spend most my time right now, figuring out, who to trust

Tryna figure who's at fault, least half of it was me
I blamed it on myself, the devil's advocate agreed
This rapping shit is me. They see it as a new hobby
To me it's more than that, saved my life a few probably

And all my friends are going out cause it's the weekend
Yet here I am again steady working on releases
Cell phone on silent, don't reply unless I see it
And even if I see it, doesn't mean that I'mma read it

Turned 23 the very day this shit came out
Same place as 22, but I'm not complaining about
Asking for chance is like looking for rain inside a drought
All I can hope is that they keep my name inside their mouth

It's 6 am. I need to write a 16
I need to hit the hay. Hey, I really need to get sleep
I really need to move on, or get deeper into this beat
I just need another verse, to assure that they don't forget me

One more. Two more. Fuck it, I ain't stopping
Til the booth is my free world, and the free world feels like a coffin
Often lost in thought and caught in constant plot of being flawless
I just pause and it's right then when I lose track of tracking constants

When you're living with a doubt, shit, nothing will mask the pain
Is like living in a drought, and you're asking God for some aid
Effervescent selfish, never thank the clouds that came
Open up your mouth, and have a taste. It's Acid Rain...