Patrick J. Derilus - Good Old Days [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I remember back in the days when I was up in a daze
And I wanted a raise, nowadays, you betray
On the spectrum of display, friends turned to foes
Your loves turned to hoes, as a pro, I turned to prose
Grew from concrete as a rose
You know how it goes when they've hit a new low?
Their words are verbose, no time for the woe, liars in a row
I had believed in The Lord, now my faith is a sword
As my war poured, I decompose the mystery of gold
I am somewhat bold as I get old, I loathe what you've become
What about the memories? What about these energies?
That we put out, which were treasuries?
I guess you forgot, your plot was that I rot in the chamber of despair
But I got out, which was rare

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I can't believe I'm rappin', these folks' are attackin'
I knew I had some talents, but this wasn't one of them
Ironic, ya' know?, I'm as rare as a gem
Just give me the pen, and I'm on
A mission to be sufficient - no, I mean efficient like a machine
My dreams have been seen, by the surreal team
Faith, hope, positivity, I can't cope with negativity
I used to dwell in it like it was some drug
Smoking it and smoking it, those times, I needed hugs
In a pitiful state, at this rate, my life might be great
Some moments can't compare... to the good old days

[Hook]