Prawphit - Hunger For More [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I'm so sick of the politics, that I just wanna call it quits
And after all of this it's not gonna work with this college shit
So fuck it, I'm goin' for it all then bitch!
There's no turnin' back cuz the road turns so fast
We burnin' herb to learn the worth of the dough yearned so bad
And so you work for that wit no purpose had
I still don't get it; build those bridges with the hope you learned to have
And maybe you won't burn and crash
Maybe you'll grow to hold some goals and show the world that you can rap
And maybe they won't sleep, maybe they'll wake up to the beat
I'm going crazy on a sheet blazin' this dank up in repeat
Mixtape's goin' Certa certified
Sort of worth the work that I've
Been puttin' in, crack a phillie put the kush right in
Burnin' like the furnace light
Smokin' shit you couldn't get
Searchin' for a version of that perfect high

[Chorus]
I've been goin' to bed hungry and wakin' up the same
I'm starvin' for this shit, fuck the money and the fame
(Repeat)

[Verse 2]
Yeah that perfect high, but is it worth my life?
Do you deserve the prize when you haven't worked the time?
Cuz I've desserted the world for rhymes just to earn my stripes
Flirtin' with the worst hurt, goin bezerk on mics
Still gettin' slept on all the time like the fresh side of a pillow
But I press on with my mind cuz I know that life ain't simple
I'd rather die than try a nine to five that give what i put into
But at times thats the kind of sight this grind will fuckin' give you
It's the daily struggle, and some days we struggle
To make it but this shit has made me humble
Gained the ways to face the phase without hating the trouble
And escaping the rubble
Got a tremendous pencil gift, piercin through your head with the mental shift
Dont even call me a rapper I'm a lyrical existentialist
Got a tremendous pencil gift, piercin through your head with the mental shift
Dont even call me a rapper I'm a lyrical existentialist

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Smokin' bowls to cope with those
Hopeless zones and broken homes
Feed the demons what they need and overdose on loads of dope
I'm the only ghost that knows it's home
And so I roam the coast alone
Seen the seasons sequence scenes in tow to grow and unfold unknowns
It's time to focus though and own the globe
Show the folks the rope-a-dope
They seem to be sleepin on the speech like they're fuckin' comatose
Even though I go for broke, but they don't know the whole
It's like the totem pole is frozen so
I'm beatin the beats n' bein a beast when provoked to blow
Crackin' open skulls and chokin' throats
The shows a go and I'm goin fuckin postal yo
Don't need a reason to be me but those clones don't know
It's attack of the homeland drones, so they won't let that indigo soul glow