Mahatma Crowley - Fibonacci [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
As we lose our way
Tomorrow brings a new day
I don’t care what they say
They gon’ judge always

[Verse 1]
Young Sun One on the rise
You know we gone blind from the grind
It shows that I done lost my mind
But I still find the time to survive and to thrive
Accepting what I could never understand
Lets me know I’m the fucking man
Socrates philosophies, my self esteem astonishing
Beholder’s Mark, apostrophe
Make sure to bow when acknowledging

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Through nature all my vapors got these fakers often major
Got these haters waiting on the fruits of labor
Innovator, constant praise until I waiver
Lost in daze and fall off when I’m far from favor
Life spins outta control, I keep losing hold
All these things we think we own we never ours behold
My Mark put on the globe, each day growing old
You can tell by the tone and the words from the tome that the god said it was told

[Bridge]
Wind blows who knows which way it goes
All those opposed embrace untold

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I’ve been blessed with a gift since I learned to exist
That it’s always been true, the universe speaks
Through me, through you, through all we do
All we can see exists in a dream, fluently
CROWLEY