Marcus Orelias - Book II [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1: Marcus Orelias)

In ’93 my uncle looked like Spike Lee
Pre school days, I was told do the right thing
I slowly became a victim of needless suffering
If I recall right, my clocks right. I’m out at 3:35
It goes back farther when father bought hologram
Jordan’s past ’95, I need to defy gravity thus far
Livin in hell with expectations higher
In high school you’re taught to be fly
Or be a fly by giants who don’t cry for weaklings
My thoughts of having more, helps me sleep
With haunting feelings of not feeling complete
I used to be ashamed, what I laced on my feet (why?)
I blame the thirteen’s, only pair I touched til this day
Free me from conceit, anxiety and the pain
Of talking shoe releases; I’m striving on releasing…
Pieces of me for all the times I felt left out
Must be the lack of, why my dick stayed in a drought
Should I let go and start to drown
How you see me? Tell me how you see me
When mirrors only reflect what you want to see
Believe me

(Hook)

Marcus, always do the right thing (Book II)
And that’s the truth. And tell the truth
Never compromise stay true to you
You win some; you loose some (Book II)
At least that’s what my mama and daddy said
Now, never let the attention get to your head
Just listen, never shit in your own bed. (Book II)
Face your fears as you climb high
And always say what’s on your mind
No I’m not mad; I’m just passionate (Book II)
Take this life lesson and live present moment
In the end you’re going to do what you gotta do (Book II)
Just understand the consequences
Of your actions, Book II

(Verse 2: Marcus Orelias)

When it all falls down, it’ll fall into place
Talking real world shit but still no one relates
Cause my attitude is fuck the system and
Alot of homies don’t graduate from hallways plus
My homework’s missing, when its time to collect
But nobody checked, that shit so I jet with a clique
Creeping off campus, too stubborn to make it
I’m saying, quit acting like my shit don’t stink
Spending monthly, hoping to boost self-esteem
Uncertainties manifests, buying what I don’t need
Getting stuck on these momentary feelings
An emptiness; from my past is catching up to me
Straying towards hypocrisies, I say what I mean
And mean what I say. Tying my own rope
I didn’t want to hang with those lames in my first class
So I’m living life today like it’s my last
If twelve plus eight plus six equals twenty six
That means I got six months to make it happen
Tryna stay face but I’m losing my faith
Being left alone, when most kids my age…
Couldn’t exercise control

(Hook)