Johnny Viti - Asian Family Playing Frisbee [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Take a journey in my mind and tryta tell me that I'm sane/
But you'll probably find some things that don't belong in the human brain/
Like anger, animosity, it's falling right on top of me/
Molding what you thought inside your conscience curiosity/
I'm a loner and I'm different, cause I have another vision/
Of the world and this society and everyone that's in it/
Spark a revolution and eradicate the constitution/
Wait a minute, hold up, people lazy they won't do it/
But that's just 1 percent of all the shit that's in my head/
And every night before I go to bed, I envy all the dead, why?/
Fuck it man they lucky, no more grinding over money/
No more 'oh my god honey, please just tell me that you love me'/
Shut up bitch, you know I'll never tell you shit/
I gave you ample opportunities, you're nothing but a trick/
But I guess it's my fault cause I trusted this chick/
I gave you heart, mind and soul and then you stomped on that shit/

But I ain't even mad because a lesson was taught/
So I learned from my mistakes and then my heart became raw/
But an invisible force is pushing me off the course/
I don't know when it started but I think I'm the source/
So I look into the mirror and my vision isn't clearer/
I'm the motherfucking reason why my future isn't near/
I always blamed shit, went ape shit, never chased it/
Took a picture of a perfect life and then I fucking framed it/
A different name, searching for the fortune and fame/
But life is just a game and no two people are the same/
Tryta look at life with a different perspective/
And tell me what you see, maybe then we'll be connected/
Take what you like from life, but fuck all the rest/
Trust your body, trust your mind and trust that thing in your chest/
Your life is just a test where you can sit and make a mess/
Or pick up all the pieces man and try your fucking best/

But how can anybody even deal with this shit?/
Another day another problem, I hate feeling this shit/
Like everything is fucked up and I'm pissed at everybody/
I wish that I could leave, but I got no fucking money/
So I write rhymes in my spare time, that's like every day/
Blocking out reality, I do it in every way/
So I drift along, write a song, sing it to myself/
Releasing all the pain with the anger that I felt/
Burst my bubble you're in trouble, it'll double your struggle/
Cause I don't give a flying fuck, like that bitch with the shovel/
So just take me away, I'm sick of looking at a dull face/
All the stress is adding up and now I got a full plate/
Look at me and look at you, my hands are turning black and blue/
Shaking with anticipation, now I don't know what to do/
So fuck my job, fuck my dream, fuck the clothes on my back/
As a matter of fact, fuck rap/