Salloum - This Is The Blues [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I cool thine eyes
Forward moving
Steady cruising on time
The God blessings in possession of mine
Keep me stressing blessing those in distress
Divine Truths in the name of praise, indeed
It's the message
Whats the word
I was hurting
What I breathe
Is the rhythm to the heart poundings
Symptoms of my soul turned to steel
Through the will of the kneel
Hard to feel when succumbed to life's ills
So I focus on the plus and place trust
Plus the rust turned to pure turns to pearl
What's the word
It's the world that I live
Who's the girl
She gave birth to the kid
So I look at her in bliss
One time for the love of the miss
Relating to struggles from Africa to Europe, Middle East
It's the shit they put up with to place lives on line
Alike sick shit pulled up in stick-ups
With innocents ending victims of crime
Nil solutions to the madness
Leaving people dying

It's the rhyme that I think, ponder, write and celebrate
Cause revelations elevate my style
Glide souls divinely through the nile
The mystic I spit is like a wrist-glist hit
Expensive and costly
Soul sharpening for the sensitive follow me
I'm embarked on life's journey to make or break

The rhymes I rip
Manipulate the style of my grip
From horror stories to media news war miseries
My state of mind is jumbled
Diamond mind rusted
Feeling fucked stuck up in this rut
What's a man to do to make it through
Skewed and crooked
Feeling disconfigured
Images mirroring my lack of spirit
Insisting pain upon a pleasure worth a lust desired
Feeling higher off the nuisance brought upon by intrusions
Bruised by the madness
Reaping savage through my habit of habits
Changing lanes
Aims changed towards attaining gains
This game of life is played by players playing styles
Granted since their date of birth
The nicest of nice walk the path of light
In and out of sight
Rats and mice shifting in-between dark and night
Dreams turned mystline
Unforeseen by the blind
Deemed supreme by the Beelzebub
Hymning hymns caught by ears
Vulnerable to lust
Gotta have patience and trust

It's the rhyme that I think, ponder, write and celebrate
Cause revelations elevate my style
Glide souls divinely through the nile
The mystic I spit is like a wrist-glist hit
Expensive and costly
Soul sharpening for the sensitive follow me
I'm embarked on life's journey to make or break

I speak on energy by way of symmetry
Energized to cause a rise
A riot to spark the days of dark
Robbing lives of men who trek lost in Noah's arc
So the will for struggle in me is present for you to see
Wisdom's gained from out of miseries
Alive and well after falls entailed, labeled fails
But the gifts of life are the skills that I sharpen tight
Curses seen as ills I dealt with to come into sight and overcame
Cummed on bitches I shunned on til I learnt the game
Dirty and savage, bastards with malice to practice magic
Lack of faith turned my fate over to devil advocates
Pinpointing cues for tight game
Know thyself
Enroll belief in self wealth
Learn your stealth
Strengthen health
Protect your neck and nuts
Embark your path with purpose and a strut
But don't stunt
Calm and light walk
With the sight of an owl at night
Hawk watch for sharks creeping in the dark
Salloum on the mic!