Jak Tripper - Stranger [I Am Martian] [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Sooner or later children we be born, the first true Martians. They will grow up to see Mars as their home.)

None of my writtens is matched
I start hearing whispers before I finish the rap
They pay me to clean cribs out
I flipped head first into the black like Clapton's kid
Took half the scripts, caught the twitches and spazzed
Old fashion in the kitchen wearing plastic bags gripping the ax
So much blood I had to slip into a vinegar bath
Cult ?? visiting mass
Our shooters are so young the gun doesn't even fit in the hands
Promethazine fizzing trash strength piss for the bands
I made her dance, I grape ape cunts
Once the stabbing and rape's done
Kissing their faces smearing the make-up
In tears petting their heads, hoping they'll wake up
She's planking under the lake mud
While I wrote this they found the glass rose with pocket mirror in my whip caked up with cocaine crust
Knife to my throat, I steady gave up
You looking at a man whose already stood over his grave dug

(One very important aspect of art is that it makes people aware of what they know and don't know what they know. Now this ?? not only ??, all creative thinking.)
(Sooner or later children we be born, the first true Martians.)

Apaches out, choppers upside down hacking scalps
Trying to keep a straight conversation going with Jak is out
I use to keep dead cats under my bed in a shoe box raised in a Catholic house
I'll pack the cows
My closet's like a guns and ammo mag; bags of rounds, black flags, mags and pounds
If I'm strapped on that acid I'm blacking out
I'll make two gats sound like a clapping crowd
Drag them down from upstairs wrapped in blankets like dragging a mattress out
I can't even talk about this, I can't chat right now
What I did to those girls had me passing out
You want to know where the rest are sleeping? I can draw or map it out
6AM cops at my door like Schoolly D
A B-movie geek
Test tube terror, super beast
Methamphetamine sea creature from the gloomy deep
Cloud of flies above me
Looking manky, lanky, goofy feet

(Sooner or later children we be born, the first true Martians. They will grow up to see Mars as their home.)