R.U.I.N. - The Covenant [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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Faithful to thee...
I try to be

[Verse 1: R.U.I.N.]
I’ll shake you up like a pack of mister Noodles/
I’m brutal/ only merciful/ when I leave beautiful/ purple/ circles/ on your youthful pupils/
Your black eye/ on my/ contract is my sole loop hole/
To escape my inner brute soul/ savage beast/
Like X-men/ when/ I attack this beat/ bleeding true flow/
And lemme be truthful/ I’m the fat kid/ too slow/
To smash it/ no foot hold/ in the door/ quit asking/
Lord/ for me to follow a new road/ cold/ pavement/
Few feet, have been this way then/ but pretty soon though/
Enough is enough! / to have gone through yo/ I’m fed up! /
Got treasures of wisdom but they selling fool’s gold/
When’s my record coming?! / I’m Hiphop’s Harold
Camping or something/ waiting/ is taking/ a huge toll! /
Yes I’m whining/ about the timing/ but who knows?! /
God does/ and that’s why it’s hard but/ I’ll endure so/

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Faithful to thee...
I try to be

[Verse 2: R.U.I.N.]
Yo, I’m more burnt out than a wooden pipe/ sometimes/
It’s like/ I need a break from life/ this can’t be right/
I guess Jesus, didn’t have it easy either/
I’m the 4th magi, with the poems of a dreamer/
The wise men were guided by the star in Bethlehem/
But cause of the smog, I can’t see none of them/
The angels said ‘Peace and goodwill to all men’ /
But I only see the poor in Goodwill when I spend/
So we celebrate the day he was born/ but wait for/
The day when he gets the throne/ and blows the horn/
But it’s hard to believe that God’s a strong tower/
When buildings are blown up by explosive power/
I will still trust in Jesus, who calms the storms/
Lives with the poor/ even with rich kids in college dorms/
At the glory of love, I learned to bow my face/
Love ain’t a noun, it’s a verb and that’s how I stay/

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Faithful to thee...
I try to be

[Verse 3: R.U.I.N.]
Wild sage, or a child of my age? /
Nah, as I flip my Bible’s page/ a smile on my face/
I’ve heard it said ‘There’s only one Mother Theresa’ /
Yeah yeah yeah but God’s a wonderful teacher/
Sitting at my desk, as a student/ kinda stupid/
Wondering who’s the illest in this music/
Then I thought, why do I want to be the illest? /
My mind would rot, I’d rather be healthy, still it’s/
Tempting, cause the demons await/ and Screwtape/
Is writing a letter to every MC that’s fake/
Yo we gotta go to Hell for Heaven’s sake/
But how much Hell can we take? / when we break/ down it’s gates/
Don’t know what fate/ awaits/ but I’m repping this/ cause/
They never made a statue for a pessimist/ But/
I’m a soldier in a war/ that’s more/ than violent
Pushes/ I’ll write with more ink than octopuses/
Cause I’m…
Faithful and
Grateful and
I will do everything I can to make your name known