Evan Black - Welcome [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

VERSE 1:
I had a dream I was sleeping then I woke up I could see it
I could see the future I was in the mix of all the feelings all these visions
And late nights of drinking through the evening til the morning
Planning out the way it'd be when I achieve it in a room
At a table full of suits in a meeting
Politicking bout a project bout as polished as my speaking
Bout it? Get it share it round! you follow it then peep it
If you don't, well lemme tell a story you'll believe
From the table to the street and from the hustle to stage
From the product to the push and at the push is where it stays
I drive it like pedal's disconnected from the brakes
If you got a problem with it you can stand right in the way
I'll be on it through the clock, every second that it stands
Every minute that I'm stressed, every lesson that I'm handed
Taking what I'm given, making what I'm worth's the plan
One eye open you feel the lay of land? Check it out

HOOK:
I tell them welcome
Yeah, come on I tell them welcome
Yeah, come on I tell them welcome
Ha ha I tell them welcome

VERSE 2:
Ayo you better be Hermes I ain't talk bout the rags
Walk up on the clouds relaying the messages of tags
Will get you lost up in it all, forgetting bout your past
Like you rep a city you don’t fucking know and call it rap
So I'm strapped at the feet, you track it I'll meet
You believe the flack I've received is real and past all the people
Cause all I ever had was that dream, to have what I see
Up on that tv screen, the cars a part of Paris at least
A Lotus Elise and a Rover won't be rolling Caprice
Without the work it's like proposing matriarchy to priests
Hard to beseech the men who only bargain with teeth
Manipulate the art and target at the heart of the street
Impartial to pardoning all of my regards for the weak
I speak what I see, and write my life upon all these sheets
So I can jot the John Hancock and toss it to each
And everybody at the table while they listen to me

HOOK

VERSE 3:
So I plot the plan out stop for nothing running full tilt
While these suckers just chilled, got my jams out
You stuck your hands out mine were in the grands now
I'm soaring up to heights and dropping gas on the land route
Can't help but stand out
Sounds different so it pounds different makes subs knock
Had the flow down as a kid, now I'm sipping Crown and I'm living
Way off the block, got it on my own fuck a handout
I don't cry because of lost opportunity
I been through some shit and guaranteed it's more than you and me I'm cold from it
Old soul I don't need no jewelry
Like 99 percent of what you're sayings nothing new to me
That shit is for the birds!
Manipulate the presence that I've manifested teach a lesson in the verse
How these prepubescent little peasants with their furs
Turn to ash when I go drop the match let it burn