Language arts crew - On My Way [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Why can’t I have all my friends be on our way
Plus we got up in these evils ourselves

[Verse 1 – Benny Medicina]
Ourselves
I found out doing the wrong, thinking I wanna really. How does that affect right now?
Hands up in the front, we run rampant through these days like Charlie Chaplin
No matter what’s happening. I keep on running from my problems, I don’t ever catch ‘em
I try to reconnect these pieces but they don’t match up
And so I hit the bottle. And then I hit the road
Maybe I see you tomorrow, maybe at the next show
San Diego, Seattle, Denver, and home
And it don’t make sense to own the life that we know

[Chorus x2 – Roch]
On my way
Won’t be coming back
I’ll be gone
And you’ll be missing my face
Caught up in some evil ways… (Some evil ways…)

[Verse 2 – Clint Westwood]
Off like a single man living fast. Took a chance on it
Gone with the jingle of the keys from the pants pocket
Scam artist, smoke signal act artist
Grand providence, plant arsonist living off the last harvest
Plot target, Madmartigan sparring, vomit
[?] the hardest, charging y’all into garbage
Through this hopeless town. If you don’t know this now
You gonna choke and drown to this Old Kid sound

[Verse 3 – Ex-I]
Rise and shine
I’m ‘bout to get right with mine
Stretch my limbs while the dim light shines sublime
And I’m feeling rejuvenated. Time to climb
Up out a bed with a clouded head and write some rhymes
I sleep with a pad beside me and a pen in my fist
Open the door and hit my slum block, step in the mist
You can catch me at the bus stop whistling this
And I’ll be gone ‘til I never leave a kiss on her lips

[Chorus x2 – Roch]
On my way
Won’t be coming back
I’ll be gone
And you’ll be missing my face
Caught up in some evil ways… (Some evil ways…)

[Verse 4 – Input]
I set the bar high along with prevalence
Another bar flies, sipping on benevolence
I find a hard time mixing my developments
With stalemate rebellions and unproductive elements
I built my own path dealing with recurrences
Of over-analytical critics and their disturbances
Amidst the urgency to separate the dead weight
I stood atop the ashes with the bones up on my dinner plate

[Verse 5 – Rehab Hymn]
Walking the path without talking the trash
Patiently stalking these [?] while my pockets are strapped
Seeking an easy meal like an eagle with its beak broken
Keep hoping these new cities will provide enough love to keep moving
No pain, no brain, no sustaining cuts and bruises
Fade us out at the end. Take me away to trumpet music
Instead of choosing between two fake sides
I choose cruising through state lines, proving I’m not of a sane mind

[Chorus x2 – Roch]
On my way
Won’t be coming back
I’ll be gone
And you’ll be missing my face
Caught up in some evil ways… (Some evil ways…)