EQ - Dark Days [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]

This is for the dark days, everybody faces 'em
Screams inside, but you're looking so complacent
Nights on the parkway, time's what you're racing
Almost seems like it doesn't exist
But you know that it does and it's coming to get you

This is for the dark days, everybody faces 'em
Screams inside, but you're looking so complacent
Nights on the parkway, time's what you're racing
Almost seems like it doesn't exist
But you know that it does and it's coming to get you

[Verse 1]

This is for the dark days, everybody faces 'em
Screams inside but you're looking so complacent, and
Nights on the parkway, time's what you're racing
But you get no farther from the true situation

That this life is what you make of it
So don't ever go mistaking it
You should know I've got way too much pride to ever even think of fakin'
And I've learned too fuckin' much to ever think of runnin' way from
The facts of the matter

The facts and the data what I rap when I rap
And I rap for the packers
Rap for the trappers, and I rap for the caspers
Rap for the conscious, and I rap for the wackest
Rap for the blanco, and I rap for the blackest
Guess since I'm half and half, it's only natural
Rap for a songstress, and I rap for the rappers
Last not least, I rap to the casket like

[Hook]

This is for the dark days, everybody faces 'em
Screams inside, but you're looking so complacent
Nights on the parkway, time's what you're racing
Almost seems like it doesn't exist
But you know that it does and it's coming to get you

This is for the dark days, everybody faces 'em
Screams inside, but you're looking so complacent
Nights on the parkway, time's what you're racing
Almost seems like it doesn't exist
But you know that it does and it's coming to get you

[Verse 2]

This is for the dark days, everybody faces 'em
Screams inside but you're looking so complacent, and
Nights on the parkway, time's what you're racing
But you get no farther from the bar that you're raising

And the fans that're waiting for the raw that you're making
But you think, what it take for applause from the nation?
Wake every day till it's dawn but I'm waiting
For the call on my greatness that'll then seal my fate

Niggas fake till they make it, ball till they fall
Claim that it's greatness, take a fall, lose it all
All money in with their balls to the wall
Shit hits the fan, they don't know who to call

But the difference is the independance
Ask yourself upon who you depending
Better keep your circle tight, and watch where the money's at
'Fore you open up your wallet and wonder why nothing's in it