Текст песни Graffiti in the Night (Windmills) с переводом

It’s the paper. Yet, living this large is not the issue

Wish it wasn’t such a mission to start what I continue

From signals that I misread, past the point extreme

To leave the argument like you can find me out on shit’s creek

Arguing over I’m not full of broken promises

Is like a junkie trying to dodge a street corner pharmacist

Haven’t the foggiest of who’s my audience

Unless you’re gonna talk I need to call it quits and how it’s obvious

I’ve seen the colors fade into a lack of courage

Even after when I’m drunk enough to laugh at bridges burning

I’m sure if you can only imagine the total damage it’s had on my sanity

Then you must be part of the planet

Don’t even bother with yourself as being targeted

Around how smart it is to be a part of this, without the confidence

A wall between us, over how to live your life

I’ll write my name on your wall, like graffiti in the night

Nothing’s more liberating than when I don’t feel ashamed

To realize it wasn’t meant for me to find an early grave

But the time and energy I spend to hold the pen is risky

Like both my wrists are bleeding, screaming, «are you coming with me?!»

I wouldn’t be the kind to hit beneath the gut, I’m obsessed!

Will you please get off my ding-a-ling and nuts?!

You can call me whatever! I’ve been putting these words together

When Biggie was just a capital letter, my flow was clever

I’m about it, they’re louder than on an island and stranded

Yelling, «anyone there?!», surrounded by the water’s advantage

Overanalyze was not a plan of mine to grow as big

I’m my worst critic of everything that I ever did

This guy said he used to lift weights with me in his head

To find strength in the enemy and I was his friend

So hit the floor like in a store to rattle some poor bastard

Of empty the cash drawer or you’re letting it off at him

You really out to let the bullets turn us into Swiss cheese?

Then to me, I’d be the most delicious piece of history

What’s the age for you to talk about the glory days?

Or walk around a dark cloud follows with the pouring rain

My good looks are fading faster by the minute

Hearing nothing but your inner self that wants to be forgiven

I’m not above it? I smile at the people in denial

Who think of how it is can only mean that I don’t put it down

I’m gone! But rise like the sun, in the morning

I’m gone, gone, gone. Cocked like the gun

Heed the warning

Late night doesn’t fall by the waste side

I’ve wanted the sweet life, the way that I see life

With it over a beat box the culture it needs us

I’m running a fever. Can the warrior keep up?

And in order to design the formula each time

I’m more than emcee rhymes, who I’ve wanted to be like

And I want you to rewind. It’s important to me, find

When you lift your head from staring at the ground

Like your neck won’t give to take another route when I get like this

More distraction is not what I need if your ego won’t even let you be happy for

me

There’s old friends I haven’t said enough how much they meant

Some of which that I don’t even think I’ve told them yet

You’re staring at mad flavor, the wickedest track maker

And this is the back breaker for things in a fast nature

I’m uninspired if I got you feeling less cool

Try to imagine the stress of being successful

Experience is how I’m willing to grow

I’m out to raise a child as if the child was one of my own

Yeah, it’s vicious, the road to riches. Had to change my approach;

To enjoy it for what it is and not for what I had hoped

It’s so refreshing! No waiting. I’ve celebrated my patience

The motivation I have to create and holding it sacred

You need to be you and not be them, to process this;

For thinking I just talk real slick. I won’t expire!

I’m hip-hop's ‘sigh of relief.' You don’t agree?

Then God wanted you to die in your sleep

They keep telling me I’m this and that, but they know this shit is phat

What I’ve done and where I’m at, no such thing as turning back

Come on admit it, I’m polished and photogenic

To witness a flow this vivid is living a mile a minute

Your mind is the only type of a prison I want to visit;

To look at the home you built for yourself and call it exquisite

My comfort level? Hey, I’m willing to risk

‘Till you’re thinking I’m ill enough to make the top of your list

I’m my greatest opponent, homey! And this moment is ours

And we want to blow your speakers like nobody does, ‘cause…

My golden years to spend as I choose

To document things I did or went through, to conquer them!

This is why I wear my hat crooked

Mistook it? This is why I wear my hat crooked

My golden years to spend as I choose

To document things I did or went through, to conquer them!

This is why I wear my hat crooked

Mistook it? This is why I wear my hat crooked

My golden years to spend as I choose

To document things I did or went through, to conquer them!

This is why I wear my hat crooked, crooked

«I saw Spy there and I saw him, and I’ll never forget. His hat was to the side,

just like this. Now whenever I start breaking, I got a hat on, you know this

is just like, straight Spy. This is the Spy in me, you know what I mean?»