Skrip - Olly Oxen [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Skrip]
Dark shadows, young Jonny no depth
Following steps, puppet man marionettes
Carry a vest in the 'hood, bury what's left
Youngins thinking they grown got no hair on they chest
Life hard, street fights on guard
Living life game like no chips, no cards
Sad life, seem to be living right but mad broke
Like the only boo you got was from a bad joke
No love and no endeavor to find it
One life and we can never rewind it
The press never has to confess
So don't eat from the spoon, don't listen and digest
You polished on the outside right?
But inside about pride listening to them loud lies
If you would only know what it is to be new
Then you would run from the person you thinks you

[Hook: Poppy Khan]
Is that you beneath the dark
Why can't you be who you really are
Don't listen to them, you've been told
Olly, Olly Oxen
Olly, Olly Oxen
Find the Light no one can see
Stop listening and try to start, follow me
Olly, Olly Oxen
Olly, Olly Oxen free

[Verse 2: Donnie Brook]
Olly Oxen
They lock us in a box
Send thoughts to be free
I'm just plottin' to be me
Something that the world got you terrified to be
I wear a mask of myself, I'm terrified of me
Devil is a lie such a dirty tricker
For my thirsty liver why I turn to dirty liquor
Family full of addicts, homie I'm no differ
Pills and the weed, proud I never been a sniffer
Though I am a sinner, that I can't debate
Through the music that I make just accelerate my hate
I been so filled with doubt, I been so filled with fear
Have voices is telling me to kill the man up in the mirror
Fighting back tears, praying on my knees
These shadows won't leave, Skrip all they do is tease
Lost in the dark man my heart so hollow
See a Light, beyond bright, so I begin to follow

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Skrip]
Yo Donnie, come out from hidin'
The mount is rising
The only thing on top a thousand island
'Cuz it's a mirage if you think we in charge
Living large, while we chased by miles of sirens
We feeding the violence we eating the silence
No response nonchalant it haunts inside us
You think it's too strong to let go
It's just a lie that got you on you way to death row
Superstition got you paranoid
Sin is deaths steroid
The wages fill the needle
Evil pays it off, six feet deep no peace or sweet sleep
You still got a conscience
But it causes drama
Left shoulder, right shoulder, more than a mantra
Sin seems sweet like a cobbler
So find that Light that will crush that monster

[Hook]