Encr!pted - Velvet $truggle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1:IshaQ]
12 years a slave
15 minutes of fame
Sweet 16
17 again
21 questions
27 dresses
99 problems
500 days of summer here to describe the come up
And all of its masked comeuppance
Of chasing fast mass coverage
In hopes of being discovered
But you don't know there's others
Who working hard undercover remained unknown to the city but
Time to wake them from their slumber
My hellbent hustle,my velvet struggle was my teacher taking pics for
That mixtape cover
Or in norms dorm room recording inside that cupboard
Damn we suffered but recovered testimony to the others
I'm on my slop over rise ,working on gradient
But my hope over pride.why I stay radiant we, body rappers ,these
Niggas' ribs weak
I go for days my nigga days, they out by mid week
See I I chanced my Wednesdays
I chanced the venture
Like chance the rapper
Like chance with 10 day
Took a chance on dreams first took a chance for 10 years
And my chance was tender Steve took a chance with me i send
Thanks out to my mentor

[hook: IshaQ, Chronicle & Bear]
And so we must go (must go must go)
In search of a new leap forward
We fill these hour glasses (hour glasses)
We grapple with our past tense (our past tense)
We struggle and fall (we struggle and fall)
We crawl to our curtain call
We stumble through every jungle
In hopes to end the Velvet struggle

[Verse 2: Chronicle]
Started rapping back of the class scribbling tracks making up for
What I couldn't do in class
When the flow was lazy
Dreamt of a time when the bars were crazy spit a verse and they all
Just regurgitate me ah
Will I make it maybe?
Will these verses make me?
Then I spoke to is
Told him of a time when we'd make it big
Then he spoke to me
Had a mind like me
Had a drive like me
Ahead of his time with the rhymes like me
Such a classic scene
With the mastery
Looked up to these OGs
Now we trying to live out these crazy dreams
These moments to live out the possibilities
Cause we met Steve jean
Tried to make it on the big screen
But felt a complacency
The world on my shoulders ms father would never let me breathe
Oh damn
Now the dream is in reverse
The struggle and stumble to catch a moment to rehearse
My momma believed in me but see music as a curse
Nonetheless God speak to these non believers cause you know that
I'm making it

(Hook)

[Outro: IshaQ]
Curiosity is the key to the door
The sky is the floor
The walls are plastered with the hunger of the artist and the passion
Of the individual seeking more….seeking to discover and decode the
Notion that is I…who am I? Am I more? Am i yours? Am I torn?
Between the fabric of space and time in an effort to find the purpose
Of which I was born?
The conundrum of this carnage
Doctors need identifying to infiltrate this tardis
This is the brewing of a new moon
This the blueprint to the blue room