Текст песни: Famine + перевод

Unfortunate circumstances allow me to circumvent the answers

How Ima bounce off my foes when there’s nothing to respond to?

Wake up the next day, and nothing alarms you

Nothing to show for the majority of work that belongs to you

To the point the posthumous voice of mine gets prolonged, true

I’m cool with that. But if it matters to me in life, am I a fool for that?

Am I a tool of rap? Acting like I matter when in fact I’m out of touch

Not a bastard, but looking up sometimes feels backwards

If you wanna hate, then you shouldn’t have summoned me

I’m one who can achieve infinite cheese. Infinite cake

No mistake. Get from under me if you want to relate

Give me some room to breathe, then

You can congratulate me on a job well done

To get to heaven’s gate, so let me penetrate

The whole section. Got protection. Got a plane to catch

My hands wet cuz we don’t waste paper

Greater things becoming of me, so I’ve gotta stay ready

But it still befuddles me. The illusion of it

Who you proving to who you are?

Only you coul see that far. Only you could be the star

Only you could play that part. Only truth coul be the start

Of what’s ahead. What’s in my head in unforgettable by & large

I’ve got bread, I just never mention it

Instead the message blended with this track is that I’m heaven sent

You ain’t gotta believe it, but yo- you gotta retrieve this

I’m saying I’m divine. Not saying I’m Jesus

But something to preach with

Ease into the liquid jello pudding. Pop your blood vessels

Just to find that threshold

Test old and young subjects alike

Everyone’s potential friends, everone’s potential fights

Test one has now begun

Just hang tight

I tried to catch em all, and I couldn’t even find them

And even though I’m tall, that really don’t define me

I don’t play ball, I just stay on my grind, see

The likes of which have nothing to do with anything grimy

Still smoking fine trees. Getting over pain that cut too deep

I’m so nice that it hurts. So polite that when I flirt I get nothing from it

But I know my worth

I tried not to hurt nobody, all I did was hurt myself

But I burnt through it like my digestion

Metabolism is a bitch

It’s either way too fucking slow, or way too fucking quick

Don’t nobody know the solution to this

I’ve got my problems locked up tight, compartmentalizing all that shit

I like walks on the beach by myself, with my spirit

Nobody comes between us. But my record ain’t the cleanest

That’s the pain that be creeping

The memory of past mistakes comes up frequent

Never forget, but try to forgive. In a matter of time, a fart in the wind

That’s why my art’s for the win. It’s always hard to begin

But the first step was the least important in the end

In the port with no boat yet is just a swim

Define working out. I didn’t mind holding out

But then I had to go and open my big fat mouth

Now it’s too late for me, it’s back to first grade

Sipping some Kool Aid. So now we’re cool, eh?

But the truth stays, I made a mistake

And what I have to pay is mental degrade, to some extent

This instrumental was laid upon the day I came home

From what was going on. That’s what this represents

It’s not my fault for not minding sharing

But it’s my responsibility to stop caring

But if you can see the vicious cycle way ahead of me

Then maybe I should just forget about everything

And then there comes a time, where you just wanna forget about all the pain,

and forget about all the suffering maann… And you just-

You don’t- you don’t have the capacity for it anymore…

It’s just not there for you. You’re not there for it, whatever it was

It doesn’t mean anything anymore. It never meant anything in the first place,

BECAUSE it doesn’t mean anything NOW.

This is the way the past, present, and future work, my friend

(walk)

And that’s when you say no more pain. No more suffering. (FUCK IT)

No more good times… (Uh uhhhh) Taken for granted (NAW)

No more bad seeds… (Uh uhhh) Of information planted

You fucked up. But it’s alright

You fucked up. But it’s okay. (You fucked up!)

You fucked up. But it’s alright

You fucked up. But it’s okay. (You fucked up but it’s alright!)

You fucked up. But it’s alright. (It's okay)

You fucked up. But it’s okay. (If you fucked up)

You fucked up. But it’s alright. (It's alright. Life moves on)

You fucked up. But it’s okay. (You fucked up)

You fucked up. But it’s okay. (And it’s alright)

You fucked up. But it’s okay. (It's okay)

You fucked up. But it’s alright. (If you fucked up)

And it’s okay. (Don't worry about it)

You fucked up. But it’s alright. (You. fucked. up.)

You fucked up. But it’s okay. (But it’s alright)

Fucked up. (But it’s okayaayyyyay) (It's O K)

You fucked up. (But it’s alright.)

You fucked up. (But it’s okay.)

You fucked up. (But it’s alright.)

You fucked up. (But it’s okay.)

You fucked up. (But it’s alright.)

You fucked up. (But it’s okay.)

You fucked up. (But it’s alright.)

You fucked up. (But it’s okay.)

You fucked up.

Ya fucked up

(You fucked up, fucked up, fucked up)

From the great beyond

On your wings is a saint who sings with you

When no one else is around

She sings the song of forgiveness. Forgiveness

Forgiveness… Of forgiveness

Hurry up and wait

Hurry up and wait

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Hurry up and wait

Hurry up and wait

Hurry up and wait. (*inaudible*) (Physicality)

Hurry up and wait. (Like, it’s still worth it.)

Like one of my rhymes I was writing, thinking about (I'm Negro G)

I’m Negro G! (I am Negro G) I. Am. Negro. G

I step up to the- to the club, or the venue, or the fuckin (spot)…

house party in the backyard and shit

Mothafucka, at the table, or whoever the fuck wanna check me and be like, «Ay man, who are you?. (Are you.)Where are you from? Where’s your ten dollars?

(Are you an artist?) Blahblahblahblahblahblah. (I'm Negro G) Fuck that!

You know what?

I’m Negro G! (*laughter*)(Yeah!) That’s all you need to know

And the mothafucka- «Oh okay, right this way sir.» (*laughter*)

«Right this way sir» (*laughter*) (Right this way!) (That shit foreal foreal

has happened)

Step up to the club. «That'll be $ 10» (That's how I like to do it.) I’m Negro G.

«Right this way sir» (Right this way sir)(Right this way)(*laughter* Damn.)

Step up to the club. (Yeah, step up to the club) Mothafucka say («Oh!

«) «Show is free!» (It's free show!)(It's a free- fundraiser…)

I’m still Negro G. (I'm still Negro G just so you know- motha fucka!

) Don’t get it twisted. Don’t forget

Don’t act like I ain’t the mothafuckin centerpiece, (You know it!) Mastadon…

(You know it!)(Don't think I forgot!)

Mothafuckin goliath…(You know it!)(I know who I am!) Golem up in this

mothafucka man. (Giant, mothafucking, (I am.) towering.)

And that’s the (being) essence…(a space ship) That’s essence of Walty.

(in this bitch)(in a vessel) If you really wanna know

-Buuuttt… I’m also not the (I am a) type to (humongous) go out there and

(not so little) be like (thing)(cuz I’m 6'4)"Hey! Look at me everyone!

(in a small) I am the chosen one!» (organism) And uh. «Hey, you know,

I’m special. And blahblahblah, whoopdy woop.» Actions speak louder than words

right? So I gotta go out there and BE the chosen one. I can’t just go out there

saying «hey check me out». And that’s one of the core problems I have with

advertisement. Or just advertising. Like I couldn’t have gotten into marketing.

As much as that would have been helpful, it’s just not… I don’t feel like

it’s… Who I am. It’s not who I am

Someone else can advertise for me. Do that shit. Go put flyers, I’ll print the

flyers. I can do that. I can design you a flyer… (For the time being)(I can

design you a flyer…).The more comfortable I am in my own skin,

in my own body, that’s what counts. That’s what’s more important.

At the end of the day, if you had a choice between confidence…

…and the assets (juggling) of what would otherwise make me (my sanity?

) attractive? (Sometimes I feel like I’m trying to hard.) Confidence really

does count. (Sanity waning) It does. And (Trying to figure out)(Sanity waning)

people who are confident don’t have to try that hard. To go out there and be

like (Trying to figure out) «Everyone! I declare myself important. Check me out.

(I am the messiah!)(Sanity waning!)

I am a young whipper snapper-» (Sanity waning) Not so young no more, nigga 25,

Ima be 30 in (I'm an old man!) 5 years… (Aw man) Ahaha shit! (Ha-ha!)(Ah-ha.

. shit…) (*laughter*)Ah… The (I am) The Raven Agent. (damn)(*laughter*)

Anyway yeah. (Oh my god this shit is amazing.) (*laughter*)

This shit is hilarious!

And then there comes a time, where you just wanna forget about all the pain,

and forget about all the suffering maann…

And you just- and you just-

You don’t have the capacity for it anymore…

It’s just not there for you. (And you just- and you just-)

You’re not there for it, whatever it was

It doesn’t mean anything anymore. It never meant anything in the first place,

BECAUSE it doesn’t mean anything NOW.

This is the way the past, present, and future work, my friend