Vagabond Maurice - Misokazuki / Ganymede (&) Imachizuki / Bullet Train to Heaven’s Door [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse I]
Mother was a scholar, Pops was a scholar
You, just a fuck up, living in Chicago
Searching for the Tower of God, towering Babylon
Calm bombs lifted from the speech, hidden in the tongue
My mom held, hieroglyphics in her cooking skills
Pops held Heineken and jazz notes, Bebop'ed
Whiskey in the breath, complex like my brother's prayers
Illasi on the illest side of my iller noise
Illinois phoned home, but I hung up
Called Jesus on collect, but he hung up
Buddhist monk mosh pits in my steps
5 precenter rhythms in my elder brother's monologues
Oh yeah, we learned lessons / in the progression of:
Firecracker gunshots, pimps slipping on their speech
Colder than ice, ice cold with my slick talk
Talking bout the stars, on the boulevard of lost dreams
Cuz—

[Chorus]
We're all Kings
Moving with cracked crowns
To the sound of war drums
On the run, with the sun on our backs

They're all Queens
Moving with cracked crowns
To the sound of war drums
On the run, with the sun on our
Backs

We're all Kings
Moving with cracked crowns
To the sound of war drums
On the run, with the sun on our
Backs

We're all Royalty
Moving with cracked crowns
While
Running to the heaven's
Till Utopia is found

[Verse II]
Life in the stars, we’re all just moon walking
Tap dancing on our caskets, bayonets’ lit the sky
Cutting networks for our net worth, what’s our neck’s worth
When you Harlem Shake from the noose’s grip?
You trying to hang, man? Meet me in the Elysian field
[Where the rising sun fades with the moon shine – here]
Take a shot, forget your thoughts in the knot of the universe
Get your verse pulled from the shelf – rhyme or die
You ain’t saying shit, slick to a can of oil
Record recorder writing notes on the meek
Seek illumination for your soul, before inheriting the earth
Dwell at ease in your sea of mediocrity
Find your place amidst a missed a mid-summer’s night dream
Quoting Shakespeare when your hollow heart’s been pierced
By the spear, of a failed destiny
Step to me with some poetry, enlighten your life and you’ll see

[Chorus]
We're all Kings
Moving with cracked crowns
To the sound of war drums
On the run, with the sun on our backs

They're all Queens
Moving with cracked crowns
To the sound of war drums
On the run, with the sun on our
Backs

We're all Kings
Moving with cracked crowns
To the sound of war drums
On the run, with the sun on our
Backs

We're all Royalty
Moving with cracked crowns
While
Running to the heaven's
Till Utopia is found

[Transition to “Bullet Train to Heaven’s Doorway]

[Chorus x2]
But they say we all Kings
And we're searching
For our Crowns
Rocking a tight fitted Halo
For the Angels on the ground

But they say they all Queens
And they're searching
For their Crowns
Rocking a tight fitted Halo
For the Angels on the ground

[Verse III: Vagabond Maurice]
Started from the bottom of the skyline (Preach)
Reaching for the top of the echelon (Preach)
Etching these lyrics on the cosmos (Huh)
And you still wondering what ONSOL is? (While)
We sketching the sky, with cigarette smoke
Out of the square, we out of the box
My brothers evolved, (Huh) from your train of thought
Got my penny's worth, working for my penny's work
Alfred Pennyworth to a knight in darkened armor
I'm in search for a Kingdom of dreams, talking to stars
Cuz I want my brothers to see, beyond the boulevard
Cops scrawl vernacular manslaughter, to the revolution
Coalition of God’s Chocolate in the sun / Black lives
Is magic – Gone, in a puff of smoke / a canvas
Of static, caught in a bottle, lightning in our quotes
We float through the notes, peace in a Molotov
Calling on all black boys stolen from the sun / I’m
In dialogue with my healing process, making no progress
But this whiskey glass is empty / Shattering ceiling of glass
Talking that Jazz / with, Jasmine, during a Tea Time for Dragons /
Making maneuvers, we cruising through / Dizzy Galactic time frames
Coltrane on a train of thought / Ellington on a juke box /
Solos on our souls, so / when we move
The earth can dance in our groove / That’s
Sonny Stit(t)ched ‘Stardust’ (Huh) / live from the Leyline/
Lay lines during moon rise / till we shine like Solar flares /
During sunset, till (we’re all Kings)

[Chorus]
We’re all Kings
Searching
For our Crowns
Rocking a tight fitted Halo
For the Angels on the ground

But they say they all Queens
And they're searching
For their Crowns
Rocking a tight fitted Halo
For the Angels on the ground