Текст песни Listen - Double Entendre

Listen, I'm drawing a vision
I'm missing a lot of the picture
You witness the flaws in depiction
We're different, the logic of friction and laws of physics
As prophetic a proposition as optimism
Not realistic, I'm authentic, but I'm being a little less positive
The feeling of failing is fairly healing and ailing
You're barely even availing, I'm guaranteed to prevail
Show bare teeth, and you grit 'em
Impaired peace, and you hit 'em
Flare up with kerosene, and it's liquid, so we see the barrel's seems getting ripped

Sometimes we cherish evil, paint the steeple
Heinous people buy the paint and provide the payment
Think about it night and day
We try to refrain, but we're biased beings
We think and we are, so we're being biased
Breeding violence or seething silence
Smoke and drink our time away
Wishing we had more time to think
Nightmares say we'll die today, try to survive
And hide away in plain sight
And fry our brains with light rays or microwaves
Eyes are wasted on price labels and cyber sales
Better to violate, but I can speak for myself
Keeping it mellow 'cause I see that it helps receive what I'm telling
But act on it, seriously act on it
Don't hear it half-hearted
Because for life, I'd rather have a much greater impact on it
Than use my mind for max profit
Either fight for your tax dollars or pay 'em and don't say jack squat
Am I a liar or creative, huh?
When I'm down I always make it up
Lost speed, I made it up; my mind, they made it up
My words: they came from a long time ago, are they really mine?
Our vernacular creates the threshold for thought
See me trying to promote Orwell
Don't think of it as folklore
Think of it as a bold aura resonated through vocal chords
All that I can hope for
And don't put it in joke form, less impressive post mortem
Be watchful of your cohorts in close quarters, that's ghost stories
I'm more susceptible to change
Down to the decimal, the same, like I'm on a metronome, I stay
'Cause I know that I'm separable
It's different levels, it's the decibels
Don't feel accepted, my confession...
But it makes me better, I'm exceptional
I try to get the most
Don't try to get the better, especially when you're unfriendly
'Cause I'm stubborn and we kill off correctional
Not a threat, it's a metaphor
When I said my mind is a cell
It's because I'm tryna think and I feel like my peasant skull's too small for my head
Doesn't represent me well
Probably does, life is full of symbols, icons, and variables with functions
I carry the most luggage
It's area codes, I'm convinced I'm a very verbose one
You ain't gonna find fulfillment in the drinking of wine to heal it
Or drinking the wine of cellars
That belong to the kind of felons
Who equalize and overcorrect in the blink of an eye
And I wouldn't criticize, and I don't
'Cause I've been tryna think in the mind of a villain
In my search for understanding, I'm a 'person' and a 'man'
Being hurt, but it's secondhand
And it's worse, being witnessed firsthand
Weren't gonna let it manifest
Working against it, and it gets burst in its bubble
Anapest when it returns and it's back tri-fold
Tri-fold, never ever trifled
When I bless a microphone, I just get in my zone
When you step in your 'booth,' hold yourself liable
Set aside regrets and you'll excel at high goals
Listen, I'm not tripping. never said I was on a mission
Not strict, but I got a grip like a boa constrictor twisting
Hope nobody got it twisted, I'm quickest to get offended
I turn to the mortician, I'm serving a course, I dish it
Furthermore, gotta figure when you've heard it before
That it is for certain important
Don't need a search warrant to visit it
Performance, prepare for 'em, turf war with word mortars
Could've sworn, no curse, wore a smirk, spin it in reversed order
Smoke and drink our time away
Wishing we had more time to think
Nightmares say we'll die today
Try to survive and hide away
Heinous people create the evil
And pay the weak to build, repaint and praise the steeple
I praise the genius, and break the streak too
'Cause they would do the same to me, too
Thinking they wouldn't do the same to me too
I think in the mind of the villain; I'd do the same to me too
I think it ain't really true, but I know it way too deep
To argue with it, better optimism than permanent drawn expression

Search for understanding, I'm a 'person' and a 'man'
Being hurt, but it's secondhand
And it's worse, being witnessed firsthand
Weren't gonna let it manifest
Working against it, and it gets burst in its bubble
Anapest when it returns and it's back tri-fold
(Tri-fold, never-tri-fold, never)
Tri-fold, never ever trifled
When I bless a microphone, I just get in my zone
When you step in your 'booth,' hold yourself liable
Set aside regrets and you'll excel at high goals

Nothing but time in an hour glass, implies there's a lot of it
Often it's the contrary; it was allowed, and you allotted it
All of it, gone in a moment, seems impossible
Pause an instant to reflect:
Odd it doesn't add up, sum up, chalk up
None of the above
I tell lies with truth in 'em
Stories with incongruities to emphasize the scrutiny in normalcy
Brilliance in simplicity, I don't trust you're listening

Listen, I'm drawing a vision
I'm missing a lot of the picture
You witness the flaws in depiction
We're different, the logic of friction and laws of physics
As prophetic a proposition as optimism
Not realistic, I'm authentic, but I'm being a little less positive
The feeling of failing is fairly healing and ailing
You're barely even availing, I'm guaranteed to prevail
Show bare teeth, and you grit 'em
Impaired peace, and you hit 'em
Flare up with kerosene, and it's liquid, so we see the barrel's seems getting ripped