John Daniel - Youngyears [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I’m far from a king, never mind a president
Never understood why they rewind my precedents
And make a mess of it, I wanna see less of it
Unless you got deleted scenes, credits and the Best of it
Given a gift, thru words I release
But I better act quick, ‘cuz God kept the receipt
It’s deep, I’m hands on like a front row seat
At least, use the nearest sheet that’s in my reach
I say what I feel, a word to those needin’ praise
But there’s no guarantee that they’ll feel what you say
I need some bigger doubts, never loosely defined
Have me all figured out? You’ll lose me in time
What my loose leaf’ll find, is a fool in his prime
Cruel to my mind, stakes are cool, yo, I’ll be fine
No escapes from mistakes, but I make do
The one you hate to relate to

[Verse 2]
They’re sleepin’ on me, yet they’re mad at my dreams
And I’m not tryna realize shit’s as bad as it seems
I mean, what’s a buzz to a fiend?
Above all your schemes, but the love intervenes
They bank on my thoughts, I’m far from flawless
I pay ‘em no mind, sorry to starve your wallets
I’m all in, bet it all when the chips are down
Let my fall go down as grounds for the comeback, Now
Just suppose I juxtapose the fucks for foes
Bestowed, next to the fucks that show
Stay low, they see my guards high
Like I gave John Creasy some harsh lye
Pardon my – hardened eyes
Only part of I that I pardon
Is my martyr side, call me young Mordecai
There’s more to I, I can deal with the judgement
I’m not above it, the hatred, you can tell I love it
Fuck it, screaming at the top of my lungs
Let the words play with each other, and the meaning will come/cum

[Verse 3]
Tension, I breathe it, attention, I need it
When I lose my mind, I keep it right where I always leave it
In these composition notepads, no position I’m a nomad
You know that, that path is the scenic route
Fuck you gonna do when the moment ceases you
A syringe full of trust, I’m bingin’ on lust
Incisions I cut but I never needed a crutch
I can prolly walk, almost got molliwhopped
They feelin’ themselves, musta Molly popped
Stall me not, y’all soft as Haagen Dasz
Facin’ sun rays, yet you unphased
Y’all can’t uncage son’s rage
I’m not tryna end up front page
Confront each stage, hatred stay sedated
Wait to be plated, I’ll be back now at the latest
Spit with cadence, but I’m sick so it’s contagious
Guess who’s back, peace to Troy Davis
They know I gotta make it