Nate Sylvan - Martyr On The Balcony [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
I’ve undergone metamorphosis
Ever since Morpheus gave me the red pill
Popped it in my orifice like “Damn, I need some more of this”
Pillaging these villages, eating up all of the porridges
Flipping through Haraway as I’m rewriting my origin
Dying for my philosophy, modern day Socrates
No red octagons on the song, ain’t no stopping me
Jotting these comedies, though honestly this life’s tragic
The radio can't handle this rabies flow, it’s mad sick
Starring down upon my city, martyr on the balcony
My chemistry is magic like alchemy, so stop doubting me
Learned how to be great, by studying fate, you bunnies can wait
I’m peeping my watch, I’m gonna be late, so
Dummy don’t take your time, otherwise time takes you
I’m on take one, I don’t do take twos
I will not lose, from the soul in my chest, to the soul in my shoes
I could write you a love song, I could play you the blues
Smaug mouth when I spit, let the fire ensue
I didn’t come to be friendly, just here to do what I do
And that’s to tear down this whack city and make something new
So you can either join up with me, or be on the news
Can’t hear your petty replies over the sound of my laughter
‘Cause now I’m plotting on the game like a chess grandmaster
Rap pastor baptized in truth, do it live, fuck a booth
Who am I? Just a dude with a passion to change the rules
Fresh new kicks, ya’ boys got his paper up
Attire so fire, yo shout outs to the child laborer
Coming and I ain’t gon' stop ’til I’m running the game
I wanna be big enough that Obama will complain about my fame
See life is simply change, we’re hypocrites by nature
Funny how if humans kill us all it’s still by nature
Levitating my weight, until the day I meet my maker
I slash hashtags and price tags
You might squeal when I deflate ya', man
Trying to debate but you can’t ignore the rhythm
‘Cause your GMO flow shows you're a fake organism
More than wisdom, I’m obtaining my goals by liberating my soul
While other rappers sold their own and it shows
For the credit card dividends, cash unlimited
Meaningless signs of simulacrum that we're livin' in
Collapse of the system seems oh so immanent
We all know the truth but I’m the only one spittin’ it

[Outro]
I ask myself what is this here called holy spirit? Maybe that’s love? Maybe there ain’t no sin, and there ain’t no virtue. It’s just what people does. Some things folks do is nice, and some ain’t so nice. That’s all any man’s got a right to say