Johnny Viti - Seven Years Gone [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
The year is 2020, and I'm goin back home/
Nervous and excited cause I'm comin back alone/
And I haven't seen the kids that I grew up with/
Cause I only brought the friends that I blew up with/
And that ain't sayin much, half a dozen minus one/
And that's including me, so 4 would be the sum/
I'm done with the fame for now/
I wanna kick back, tell me where the kids at/
I wanna feel the same for now/
(shit) but everything is different/
7 years have passed, and alot of it is missin/
I was so sure ta leave, I compared it to a prison/
Either rot in here and die, or carry out the vision/
The wishlist consist of, visiting the block/
The corner house on Troy, it's the residence of Pops/
Can't see my moms, cause I moved her back home/
Middleton, Rhode Island, I call her on the phone/

[Verse 2]
I'm lyin in the grassline, just so I can pass time/
Counting all the cars, reminiscing on the last time/
Me and you both, we got a little bit closer/
Unseperable at first like a wall and a poster/
Parkin by the airport, sitting on the hood right/
I never loved a girl, anymore than I could right/
Paint dripped headlights, whiter than some bed lice/
Thinkin all these thoughts got me softer than a bread slice/
And how bout that, tryna survive in the rap/
A woman that won't leave and I swear it ain't a trap/
You get out what you put in, I think I lost my footing/
I dove right in that bitch, blindfolded, never looking/
I haven't seen her since, when my tapes hit the prints/
I focused on my music, never following her hints/
And I knew that it was real, from the shit that I was in/
Before the public eye took a hold and put a spin/

[Verse 3]
With every good memory, a few of them are bad/
A couple of those kids still at home with mom and dad/
In all those 7 years, they were druggin, chuggin beers/
Missin opportunities, I'm breakin down in tears/
But I can't help anyone that doesn't want change/
I remember leavin town and my body felt strange/
I looked em in the face, they were lookin at a case/
They were followin the steps, mediocrity at best/
I'm tryin not ta bag em cause I love em all ta death/
So maybe I should leave steada waste another breath/
And I swear nothin changes, only weather and the ages/
I'm the one that made it out from the pressure and the cages/
But what's left now? sitting on the old bench/
Reminiscin on my life and how it turned like a wrench/
Never thought I'd say it, but I'ma pour a cup a hen/
And let the bottle drip, in the memory of friends/