Homeboy Sandman - Heaven Too [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Homeboy Sandman]
Ay yo, the concrete labyrinth is keepin' me captive, hyperactive
I saunter through the cold city, no golds for the progeny, approaching me
All types of ghosts play me all types of close, I wish that I could light some bulbs
Rollin' on my own like the Elm Street tricyle, my eyes are soap
Their eyes are stoned, this is ground zero, I woke up twenty hours ago
I walk amongst the thousands, it's always left with miles to go, from hovering around limbo
These browns are broke, and tired of browsing bro
I barely got the powers to cope
It's hard to stomach when they grumbles and their growls are both
They soundin' like [?]

[Hook: Homeboy Sandman]
But there's a heaven too x2

[Verse 2: Homeboy Sandman]
Ay yo, the iron horse weary
'Fluenced on how his passengers think
Can lead him to water but can't make him drink
It get under your skin, make-up ink
Ain't no lookin' back, what they lookin' at? Make 'em blink
The rise of machines, over hombres, chewing bacon, egg and cheese
Just yesterday I learned ABCs, my aching knees
My age increase, I spray Raid and sweep
The carcases away, as officers do raids and sweeps
They say that we were kings and queens
Remind me of the crazy queef
Sheesh
Blowin' hot air, I wonder if it's not fair, it's always not fair
Whenever summer's not there, they only downstairs

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Oh No]
Ay yo, drawing out without a stencil
My [?] shade the canvas like a pencil
My art is [?] (yay)
Lost in the mental, a big body of work, nothing simple (nope)
We built pyramids but they keep raiding the temples (?)
I find myself at the cross lifted in the middle, instrumental
Trying to crack the codes but it's all riddles
You speak in [?], get your body riddled sentimental (mm)
That's how we send a memo, no subliminals
Spots shut down, they closing they doors
Ready open, forcing the wars (c'mon)
And it's poor economics keep us dirty, fuck doin' them chores
I'm just a made man, I'm not a maid sweepin' the floors
What we made was a foundation, and creep through the walls
I used to sneak into stores, stash the heat in the drawers
That was before the tours, just dealin' with my hellish moments
Sometimes it's hard to see that there's a heaven too
Heaven too