Текст песни Born For This - Complete

Born For This

I’m pretty sure I was born for this
I remember my future was torn to bits
When I was fourteen, it was unfortunate
Sittin' with my Grandma in the morning mist
And I was talkin' as normal, then paused for to think
'Cause it felt like my thoughts had an awkward glitch
Cup of tea in my hand, and I saw it tip
Then it just smashed in flash, and I collapsed to the floor with it
I felt more than sick
I hear my Nan scream out for some water, quick!
She sorta picks me up and she caught the drift
I was stugglin' to breath, I believed that an organ ripped
Then I form a twitch
Body shakin' like it’s maybe an enormous fit
Granddad runs out and of course, assists
Lifts me up by my arm and he gives me support on his
Then the trauma hits
My corneas are pouring drips
Just a kid that has broken his mind
I don’t know what the sign of a mental disorder is
I see the worry on my Granddad’s face as he gives me a hug
And of course a kiss
Then me and Nanny went to walk out the door for the hospital ward
But before we did, he said
«No matter what happens
Together we’ll get through it and I’ll see you soon,»
Now me and Nanny are speedin' through traffic
And I’m handed a phone that I speak into
So at least he knew
I say, «Hi Mum
I love you and I think that I’m gonna die, Mum
I don’t wanna die young
I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done, bye Mum!»
I stumble towards the emergency desk
«I'm the person the nurse’ll see next
Because I think that I’m havin' a heart attack
Can you please help me?
If not then I’m certainly dead
I’m not sure that you’ve heard me
I bet you’ve ignored every word that we said
Why did you give me a bag, what’s a panic attack?»
And then that’s when they told me to work on deep breaths
They observed, we were stressed
Lucky for us, not long after there were some free beds
I assumed it was surgery next
But instead all they did was just served me some meds
I wake up back at home
And I hope it was all just a dream that occurred in my head
So I walk to my mums room and ask, «Was it real?»
And she replies nervously, «Yes,» shit
That’s the moment my life changed
That’s the moment I find strange
That’s the moment the psychs came
Poking, poking inside my emotions and my brain
Every time I focused my mind strained
Eyes ain’t openin', hope it’s a migraine
Hopin' the bloke in the sky may show me the right way
Hopin' I’m noticed when I pray
But I’m alone on a Friday
Writin' rhymes to cope when the light fades
I’m alive ‘cause a two dollar mic
Let me do what I like with the poetry I made
I was a stoner, smoking some high grade dope in the ninth grade,
tokin' a pipe blazed
Then I faced a mental breakdown, the pencil came out and I wrote to survive,
mate
Fuck yeah
I would practice for weeks
On my own, writing raps
Whilst I was snatching some beats
I was battling heaps on the Internet
Think that’s the closest I got to relaxin' in peace
I was trapped in some beefs
Cracks in my teeth from the times I was bashed in the streets
But when Ash had his accident
That’s when I looked at my life and what matters to me
So my passion increased
No more distractions
There’s tracks that I have to release
Though my panic was keepin' me stressed
When I stepped on the stage I just snap from it’s leash
And that was my niche
I managed to squeeze my emotions and capture the leaks
Just to paint you a picture of pain
With a mixture of makin' it back to my feet
Complete
This is life in my shoes
At nineteen I was kinda confused
I had a bit of a nasty breakup
I’d started to take drugs and relied on the booze
Every night it was used
And when there was no reason I’d find an excuse
Had to make a decision, to get sober or die
So I decided to choose
For my fam, for my friends, for the fans
For my girl, for myself, for this pen in my hand
That I’ve held through the hell
When my health has been seldom
When sheldon has fell
But it tempts me to stand
When my life isn’t splendid and grand
I know with the mic I can mend and expand
I’m planning to vent through these sentences
I will express what I like ‘til I’m censored and banned
Yeah
Through the pain and the hard knocks
And the mics on to the day that my heart stops
I’m devoted to music and I can’t let my future be dark
Or the same as my past was
‘Til they put me in a grave with my arms crossed
I’ma top charts in this game I’m a part of
And I ain’t playin' by Australian rules
But I’ve explained to these fools that I’ll be makin' my mark — watch!
Can’t swap the coordinates
I’ve gotta find my way and ignore the twists
With my heart on my sleeve when recording hits
And keep pouring it out for the audience!
Sitting with my Grandma in the morning mist
I’m twenty-four and I feel pretty fortunate
As I step to the mic and it’s torn to bits
I’m pretty sure I was born for this